Bring your resume and any other documentation you wish to show me–awards, letters of recommendation, and anything else you think would help you, and...I will talk with you then," he said."Yes, Sir. I look forward to our meeting," she said."As do I," he said, and hung up. It wasn't until she hung up the phone that she realized she hadn't even given him her name! "Oh, you dumb blonde!" she said, smacking herself in the forehead.After she hung up the phone, Brooke looked up the address for the. Trust me. She nodded. Okay. Okay. Go ahead and pack your bag. He kissed her again and then went downstairs. She sighed and resumed packing her bag. Once she was done, she went downstairs and found her mom and Steven in the living room. Her mom was drinking a glass of wine and Steven was on the other couch looking at his Blackberry. Ready to go already, kiddo? he asked looking over at her. Trish held up her pink duffel bag. All packed. Her mother smiled. Have a good weekend at Sabrinas,. Me: Tara.Tara: Yes Saabji.Me: May I suggest you something?Tara: What?Me: I think you should remove your blouse. It will get dirty by this mixture of oil and ointment.Tara: No, no, Saabji. I’ll feel ashamed.Me: What is there to be ashamed of Tara? It’s only you and me here. Let me give you a proper massage. You need it. You have been massaging so many people. You must have desired to enjoy a massage for yourself. Now today you have got it, enjoy fully.Tara: Ok. But you please turn around.Me:. They were drunk and horny and stupid enough to try anything and I quickly climbed up into the loft as they waited for the hooker in the short yellow dress. They started talking to my wife as she walked by and when she shook her head at their rude and lewd propositions and tried to leave, the cowboys grabbed her and dragged her into the back of the barn. She yelled and fought a little, but they threw her on a bunch of dirty blankets and ripped her clothes off her and I watched - for the next.