As you sat in the back seat of the taxi with your head bowed you could image Herbert clearly, as if he was sat right beside you with his giant grey be...rd that reached his stomach, his pale skin, the smoking pipe he kept in his jacket pocket, the farmer's cap he wore to cover his shiny bold head and his inquisitive green eyes, that kind that could enchant anyone. In your hands was an open envelope you had received a month prior, it was from Herbert himself. You pulled out to read it once more,. Intha tharunathil thaan oruvan enaku facebook mulaiyamaaga friend aaginaan avan peyar thaan mogan. Avan oru kama veriyan enbathu enaku theriyaamale irunthathum, avanai naan satharanamaaga idai pottu viten.Naangal nanbargalaaga pesi pazhaginom, pesiye sila naatkalile i love you endru soli vitan. Love soliyathum nan konjam vendum endre atharkul i love you ha endru keten? Mogan unnai enaku athigamaaga pidithu irukirathu, nee sexyaaga irukiraan. Unnai naan thirumanam seithukolugiren endru. " There is one spot left for us to see. A couple of miles up the road isa warm spring." A ... warm spring? I mean, I've heard of hot springs. Alberta hasthose. What's a warm spring?"It's like the hot springs, except the hot water mixes with cold waterfrom a mountain stream to create a warm pool. Apparently, its liketaking a hot bath." Sounds nice. But I think you're not telling me something." Well ... this particular pool is supposed to be special. Some say itsthe minerals in the water, some. This is my story of finding love with a sexy white mama named Michelle Thomas. I was hanging out in the Brockton Community College library when I first saw her. She was around five-foot-ten, slim, with very pale skin, long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I’ve always had a thing for white women. Especially pretty blondes like Michelle. So when she sat next to me and said hello, I couldn’t help but smile. We started talking. And I found out we had a lot in common. Like me, Michelle.