“Tomorrow.”“Tomorrow!” Pramila was stunned, “But I’ll have to prepare, practice, revise the things I learned.”“Don’t worry. As I sai..., it’s just a formality. Just go there for the interview looking best as ever and take that job,” he said.Rajesh was so relaxed about it that he didn’t even tell her the full address. Just told her the location and said, “I have kept the card in your purse, read it if you need help. You won’t need it, as the building is the tallest one in the locality.”Next. My husband and I bought a small 30 room motel in a small town in Colorado that we thought we would run when we retire. I lost my job and since the k**s are all out of the house I went to run the motel. Karen is the woman that has been running the motel and she and I got to be pretty good friends. Karen said that everything goes well but wait till hunting season, that is when the fun begins and we all make alot of money. Hunting season began and the hotel was booked solid. I noticed alot of the. "So, what are we doing tonight?" she asked, watching me closely."I was, umm," I stumbled. "What did you want to do?" You need to loosen up a little," Carlie encouraged, warmly tapping her hand on my bare leg. Electric excitement spread from her fingertips to every inch of my body. My skin became clammy and sensitive. Did she know what she was doing to me?"I– I do?" I stammered, trying to act surprised.Carlie smiled, stripping me of my defenses. Her soft lips curled as she slid her fingers off. She was single, as her last boyfriend had messed her around. I would never and will never understand why.She lived 200 miles away from me, near the coast. Close enough to smell the salt in the air she had said. As we talked, she told me she enjoyed walking on the beach. We discussed that she liked indie music and in particular Roslyn, by Bon Iver and St Vincent. In her words, it gave her goose bumps. I suggested she listen to One Last Night by Vaults. That gets close to giving me goose bumps.I.