"Aw, its Sary, my wife. She's gonna have a baby and we ain't got no money and no place to stay after some railroad bull come by the old house we was s...aying in and run us off for squatting too close to railroad property. Now she's under the railroad bridge waiting for me to come back with something to eat." He looked pleadingly at each of the three men there and begged, "Please, if I got to be arrested, is there some way you all can help my Sary. We're going to have a baby and she's. This happened in the month of October 2009 when I hired an adviser on my payroll for making cold call. One of my colleagues also hired because of which we used to get more lead for interested customers.My colleague’s adviser’s name was Bhumika (Name Changed) who was somewhere of my age, we were 28 year old. She was having good assets to be viewed at. People use to see her with a lust and desire to fuck. Her size was 34-28-36 which she relived later. One fine day she came and sat in front of me. The big chief of the Pleiad handled that adroitly, by first announcing the successful testing of the time machine and the acquisition of the Hawkingium.Next he slipped me into the picture by relating how I had assisted Sonja and her team and saved them from the Indian attack. That was pretty funny in itself, because the chairman's name was Joseph Amerind Bearclaw. The chairman made it clear that my being there was beyond the Pleiad's control, but they were inclined to utilize any special skills. Her jaw dropped.“Painting from memory..?”It was Pierre, standing behind her other shoulder. God, this was so embarrassing!“Much better that your usual motifs, in my opinion...”“Yeah, much more liberated” Pierre took over. Then he placed his hand on her behind!She was still holding the palette in her hand. She was sharing the rent of the studio with them, and not really more than that. Or so she thought. Now Guy put his hand on her hip, alarmingly close to the last button of the coat. Her pulse.