The anger that had flared up was gonefrom his voice, and he sounded soothing, almost apologetic. "Youhonestly don't get it, do you? This is not about ...mashing a window atan abandoned factory, or getting drunk, or hitting on a hot girl yousee on the street. None of those things matter by themselves. What I'mtrying to make you realize is that you... You never loosen up. Youdon't know how to have fun, or how to live. You're not living at all." It's not like I'm dead," Marty responded quietly and. I did not know what she was trying to say, all I thought at that time was that I was caught, red handed. I apologized.She turned and looked towards me, she was wearing a Punjabi suit, which was see through, a bit. As soon as she turned towards me, I could see her boobs through her suit and I couldn’t believe the sight. She turned and said, “It is okay Vinu and it was kinda hot for me too. If I was angry or mad at you, I would’ve reacted at night itself” and gave a broad smile.I walked towards. Construction work really wore him out each day, especially during the long, drawn-out days of summer when the heat index could easily reach into the mid 100s. Friday night, however, was one of the scariest moments of Jared's life.Just like normal, he opened the door to his locked top-level apartment. It wasn't an overly attractive living space, but for his meager paycheck, Jared was able to make ends meet. He locked the door behind him, set his toolbox near the front door, and began stripping. Last Tuesday was no different.. We both arrived at the winery within minutes of each other, waiting out in the winter chill for the owner to show up. There seemed to be a little tension in the air as her husband dropped her off. Tammy was her usual friendly self, acting upbeat, but there was a sadness in her eyes that belied the smile on her face. Edwina, the owner’s wife, arrived about five minutes after we did, letting us in so we could go about our daily routines. Tammy went to the kitchen.