Enaku thirumanam aagi iru kuzhanthaigal irukiraargal, naan en kanavan udan oothu oothu ipozhuthu athu salipu adainthu vitathu.Salipu adainthathu en en...raal avan ennai ippozhuthu ellam oopathe ilai athu matum ilamal kanavanuku romance endraal enane theriyatha ondru. Avan munbu sunniyai veliyil edupaan nerga kuthiyil poolai sorugi sirithu neram oothu kanjai kuthikul irakivitu sendru viduvaan. En pundaiyil avan vinthu vara vaithathe kidaiyaathu. En vaazhaiye naragam pola irunthathu, kanavan oothu. I bring my own pot and make it here. The machine coffee is worse than terrible." Good; you," he said pointing to the young cop. "You get me some coffee and hurry it up. Just for good measure, make it hot and black. Now for the rest of you sit down and shut up. I'm sorry Nurse ... ah?" It's Nurse Carin Winslow, Sir." Okay, you on the bed there, who are you, and can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Of course Sir, I'm Major Henry Morgan, retired. I heard someone sneaking into my room. To be honest about it I never expected to learn much else about her. One the homely side and a little dumpy looking in the sack dresses she always wore there wasn't anything there to attract me. She was also very shy and if you happened to look at her she would quickly look away. No, definitely not someone that I would take the time to get to know.Don't get me wrong here; I wasn't the campus stud and a good half (better make that two-thirds) of the women I chased after turned their nose up at. . . somebody else . . . Randy got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was turned away from him and he kept stroking her hair and whispering comforting words, over and over . . . Then he stroked her shoulder again, and hersoft, bare arm. His hand was warm; his touch was delicate, deft. Itfelt so good to be caressed by this handsome, understanding boy who washer only friend now. He was right, she mustn't think about what she sawa little while ago in Trish's bungalow; she mustn't let that.