1-2- and 3. GO, GO, GO."We both take off at the same time, and we are neck and next right next toeach other, but I notice Andrea slip and fall. I turn...real fast to see ifshe is okay and she is okay and she is running full speed after me.I hit the stairs first and my lead gets bigger. I hear my self-laughing,not surprised that I have such a big lead on her. Wait I am not laughing,I am giggling like a little girl. I turn around and see Andrea start tocatch up to me. I get right to the front door. My wife told me this.when her sister called her on the phone and she walked away to talk privately her sister told her that she was going to have a meeting with 6 men the next day but due to a mistake she had forgotten about this meeting.She informed her sister that she had to use blue or orange braa and pants.this meeting is for this older gents the age is between 75-80 all of them are former vip or executive in company’s around Sweden.when my wife arrived to this place she was placed in a. A bowl is a bowl, it’s not a marriage proposal. “Yeah, that would be fun,” I managed. We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn’t know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself. My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk out together. “Alright,. When he entered with the tea, she'd abruptly stopped and giggled. Then she murmured something into the phone in a language he didn't understand, before turning her iPhone around and shooting a picture of him. She went back to her phone, informing her party that her naked servant served her tea, and that a picture was under way. Only a few moments later she dissolved into a bout of giggling.He retired to a corner, feeling the heat of his blush.The sore imprints of her feet could still be felt.