” No dear,onna appadi chellamaa koopittaa ennakku soodu yerrum.”.( no dear, if I swear like that I become hot).“Nekkum Dhaan,onna shoodraannu sh...nnaa appadiyaey leak aayidum”.(yes for me also if I call you shader , I just start leaking)” Naan Shoodran illaey , christian”.(I am not shader , I am a Christian) said he.“Dei neengho ellam convert dhaanaey.unga appaa or thaathaa ellam shoodralladhaan irrundiruppaa. but,Nekku shoodraadhaan rhombho pidikkum,theyriyumono.Avvaadhaan paeriyaey cockkum and. She had not been sleeping much for almost a week and was no mood to even consider such dalliance.I stopped to chat with Harley, the blacksmith, and he stuffed a wad of paper notes into my hand, my share for the horses, he told me. I had just about forgotten them and wondered for a moment if the rifleman called Corn had survived his chest wound. We went to the nearby tavern and enjoyed a few beers. The inn-keeper looked at me as if he thought he should remember my face, but I did not bother to. So I was 20 at the time and just moved from a job in London to Kent working as a chef, whilst working there I met a guy called James, he was a kitchen porter good lad got on really well with, as time went on got to know him a bit more where once on lunch we started making some chit chat, on this one occasion he set me up with a girl who best friends with girl friends. So after chatting to this girl Selina we went on a date which was a car crash we had nothing in common it was horrendous but we. "Nicola smiled and thanked me. It was half an hour later that she joined me, corseted and in her long hobbling skirt and high necked blouse, in the parlour. She had dressed her hair so that it was piled high upon her head. Together with the way that her collar forced her head up, it gave her an almost regal posture.The door bell rang. I nodded for Nicola to answer it. As the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Horatia, Nicola hesitated for only a moment. I had been.