Nee ellam thirumanam aagi enna seiya pogirai endru geli seithu nee indru iravu un kuthiyil viral vittu aatikondu unathu kaathalan avanathu sunniyai vi...tu aatuvathaaga ninaithu viral podu endru sonnen.Aval muthalil maaten endru sonnal pinbu sari naan seithu paarkiren endru solli irunthaal, naan ithu thaan samayam endru naam en ithai en veetile ondraaga seithu parka kudathu endru keten?Thozhi naam eppadi seivathu endru ketal? Naan unaku solli tharugiren eppadi kuthiyil viral poduvathu endru solli. Carl greased a few wheels and got her in touch with the many French government agencies that she needed to convince to guarantee the construction loan for the factory building complex. She immediately ran into a brick wall. The French refused to back the loan. She went to the start-up, which was to be called FMI for France Micro International, and got the number of French jobs the chip factory would employ and went back to the French. When they balked, she threatened to go to Forbes magazine. I said. Mmmm&hellip, Wine and tacos. You both now how to spoil a girl. Craig reached into his black gift bag. I smiled as he handed her a large wine glass. I leaned over to pour her some white wine. She took a few sips. You both can take a seat on the couch. She said. She pointed to her big black leather couch. We both walked around her wooden coffee table. I sat on the right side. Craig sat on the left. We kept the middle seat cushion open. I looked back up. Mrs. Grove was licking her fingers. Crap! He was out on an appointment so I left a message telling him to call me. Several hours later, the phone rang and it was John. He sounded very polite as we discussed an appointment for later that week. Days flew by and then suddenly, my doorbell rang. It was John! I was nervous as a whore in church. I wasn't gay and I always thought I was straight. As John entered my apartment, I smelled his faint aftershave...rather...his perfume. Mmmm...he smelled delicious. We talked awhile then he.