Reshma enakum unnai megavum pidikum naan enthu aasaiyai unidam kaatinal ungalin thirumana vaazhkaiyil thondharavaga irukum pinbu enakum unathu kanavan...kum sandai varum endru naan unnidam enathu unarchigalai sollavillai.Reshma enathu muthathuku bathil alithaal, avalin kaigalal enthu kazhuil vaithu ennidam naan unakaga thaan indu intha pudavaiyai kattinen. Unaku ithu pidichuirukiratha? Naan enaku unathu udai pidithuirukirathu naan unathu veetilkul varum pozhuthu athai paathu apdiye. “Upon which” continues the prosecutor “you take out a pistol and shot your wife, killing her”. “That’s correct” says the defendant. “Then my question to you is - why did you shoot your wife and not her lover?” asked the prosecutor. “It seemed easier” replied the defendant “than shooting a different man every day!”My wife came back from work yesterday and yelled at me “All my friends’ husbands have bought an original pink and brown Juicy handbag!” I replied with a wink “Okay love, but tonight. . She climbs out of the pool and wraps herself in a white, fluffy robe...........she walks from the pool to the steam room..........she slips off her robe and enters the room...........she lies down on the marble bench............she places her feet flat on the bench and allows her legs to fall open.............the hot, moist, steamy air is turning her on...........she plays with a nipple and strokes her pussy.......... (He is watching at a safe distance through the door...........he has. My father was a university president, and he had some power but not the kind I wished I had. My mother was a judge, and she had a lot of power, but again, not the kind of power I wished to wield. I wanted the right to protect and take life. Judges think they have that but they don’t. They have too many rules to follow. Their hands are tied for the most part. Cops have no such bindings. Must be why the police profession appeals to me so much. At my college campus, there were quite a few.