’ She rolled her eyes before giving him an exasperated look. ‘Honestly, I do a lot of translating. You know, turning farmer-speak into political ...erminology so that the politicians don’t turn their noses up, and turning wonkish terms into phrases that farmers understand. I mean, the two groups use completely different languages. One isn’t better than the other, but they don’t communicate well, at all.’ He stopped picking and looked at her. ‘How’d you get a job like that? It seems perfect for. Vicky took the grooming brush and started on the horse and found herself quite enjoying the task. As she worked she said,"Matty before your son asked me to dinner, the other night I had no intention that my time with him should be anything other than a business arrangement. With his double barrelled name and the wealth that I knew he represented I was predisposed to have nothing to do with him. But by the time our meeting ended, I found myself liking him and I agreed to have dinner with him. He’ll fuck anything that walks and probably a few things that crawl as well.”“So why do you stay with him?” Jane pressed.“He’s good in a pinch when I need him and he helps to pay the bills,” I replied. It was the same general feeling all the McKinney wives had about their spouses.As we chatted, we took up seats on the couch in the living room, sitting side by side. I gently placed my hand on to Jane’s leg as we chatted, to gage her reaction and to reassure her I was not really a domineering. About me studying in a college in Kerala and am a bit dark in complexion with a tool of 6 inches who can satisfy any ladies or girls.The heroine in the story is one of my school friends let’s call her Divya( name changed) we were best friends till 10th standard where she changed her school and we lost contact with each other she was in her way and I was in my way. After 12th standard holidays approached and I was hell bored and was looking through my contacts in order to chat with someone then.