The Gregorian calendar has poems on each birth stone by an unknown author. The clerk at the jewelry store gave me the poem for Shannon's bloodstone. I...put the poem in the card that I got Shannon.Everything was coming together, the chef had the dinner ready to go at 6:00 p.m., which is the time Shannon should be getting home. I had the roses in a box for her to open first. Both Sarah and I got dressed up for the occasion.About ten to six, in comes Shannon, "hello I am home," She hollers. Then. Eventually I brought the two girls up from the cellar and escorted them to my study. I sat at my desk. They stood, naked except for the belts provided by Giacomo, in the approved manner with their hands clasped behind their backs and their heads bowed.Quite against the normal protocol, Estelle spoke out. "I want to apologise, Sir, for my behaviour yesterday" she began. "I was overcome by anger. I don't understand why. I know that you have encouraged us to think carefully about our feelings and. Athu neraga avalin kuthiyil sorugiyathu enathu mugathai avalin mulaiyil vaithu irunthen.Athu thalaiyanai polave irunthathu avalaalum kaama sugathai thaanga mudiyaamal enathu kanathai pidithu ithazhil mutham koduka aarambithaal.Naanum ithazhai sappa aarambithen aval enathu vaayil avalin vaayai poruthi izhuthu sappi urinthaal ennaku appozhuthu muchu thinariyathu aval lip lock seithathil.Pinbu naan mutham koduthukonde avalin mulaiyil kaiyai vaithu pisainthu thadavinen. Aval munarikonde ithazhil. I can’t get anyone.”To the girl Pitch appeared to be a little over six feet tall with brown curly hair and a coarse face. Around forty, he wore the blue shirt and pants of an electrician or plumber.“Sure, I’ll try. I’m Bill,” Pitch said.“Uh, I’m Kirstie,” the blonde said.Pitch walked closer to Kirstie, moving just by her in order to see the flat tire. She smelled great.“Flat, alright,” Pitch said. “I’d change it for you, but I’ve got this back problem,” Pitch said, palms of his hands pressed.