May I send him over?"(a pause of a few seconds)"Yes, I believe him! The situation is too fantastic not to believe him!" Admiral, we can move to the Wh...te House directly. My people can transport us the same way we will use to move your people." Madam President, he says that he can transport directly to your office from here. We will be there momentarily." Esther, transport the admiral and me to the White House Oval Office, please." Good day, Madam President. I am George Wilson. I must apologize. 5″in tall, weight of 60kgs, post grad in education, his special feature is smiling face, lovely voice and black thick soft hair, he work’s in banking sector and he also earn’s good (he look like and military officer) he really look’s very hand some. This incident happen on the yr-2004 after death of all in chenni the above age consists of that yr.after the dead of mi mil and my husband my fil got transfer to chennaii from ap and also v sold all our old property and brought a new 2br flat in. The best way to handle this, he concluded, was to confront the problem head on. In this case, the problem was Fucking Damon. He planned on having a talk with him today.Damon stepped into the reception area of his office, and came to a complete abrupt stop. What the fuck was he doing here? He hadn’t even planned on coming to the office today because he wanted to work from home. But he just had to come and get some important documents.“What do you want Tristan.” He asked the young man chatting. "The lady said you forgot this.", he explained handing her the largecanvas bag.Amber stared up at him. His chest and abdomen muscles seemed to becarved from stone, hidden only by small fine hairs. His bright whiteteeth gave off light of their own. She was in awe."Are you ok?", the living Greek statue asked."uh...Yeah..", she mumbled the reply."I am sorry about Casey. She thinks you look like my ex.", heapologized. "You really are a knockout.", he continued and flashed hissmile again."Oh...I am.