Aai:”pan tumhi tar mala mulgi manat hotat, mag?”. sardarji:”ho, survatila, pan nantar tu mala aavdayala laaglis, tuza madak maharashtrian pehera... aani tuza badan yamule mazyat aag laagli”. aai:”pan mich ka?, Tumha lokant tar khup sundar bayka astat!”Sardarji:”ho pan mala tuzi maharashtrian style khup aavadte, tuzi ghatta, pallu na ghetleli sadi, tang choli, tuza chota mangalsutra, kes bindi mala jaam aavadta”. aai:”pan baba…”. sardarji:”ka kay zala, tuzya mulala pan kalnar nahi, mi pan tuzya. "It's starting to smell like rain. I don't want to get lost out here if it does."Rudy turned up her nose to sniff at the humid air. "I don't smell anything." Let's not get lost, anyway," Frank insisted.Frank led his sister to the shed, which seemed to be in worse shape after the most recent storm. She wasn't very impressed with it, so they continued on, following another trail that Frank hadn't explored yet. There wasn't much there, either, except a curious raccoon that Frank had to chase off. " Yeah." Margot eyed her friend for a moment. "I know you don't approve..." It's not that," Pamela protested. "Vern seems... nice enough. Other people, though..." Well, he's the best I've ever had," Margot declared, "and that's not just between the sheets!" Well, black guys have a reputation for sweet-talk. Be careful!" Pamela warned, turning to the coffee pot."I will," Margot agreed, "but he's the front-runner around here, by a good distance! I've kept him at arm's length this long, but I. Some women weren’t all that fussy about personal hygiene and he had been caught out early on in his ‘career’, the smell nearly making him puke, and it had ruined his night.Tonight though, she smelled delicious. A heavy mix of musk, and a light perfume, which he had smelled before on other women and liked. One day he would have to figure out what it was.He started fantasizing in his head, about marking women, and sending them bottles of perfume, warning them that he was coming. That would be.