Or, really, that I think you’ll see it.”“Andy, you’re weird.” She could explain that she wasn’t all that particular, that you don’t have...to make a bed three times a day. Then she decided that this meant explaining too much. Let him learn the rules. Save the exceptions for later.“Maybe. But the point is that what I want of a house is that it pleases you. I don’t dream of a white picket fence, or of green shutters. I dream of you sharing my home and happy to share my home. If that means a white. I was named after my Russian Great Grandfather who along with his four brothers walked out of Russia on foot at the start of the last century and immigrated to the States.’ Russian heritage, she thought, so that’s where he gets his incredible colouring and strong looks from. Francesca sat and looked across the table at him, taking in his lovely eyes, bright and clear, his well defined cheek bones, straight nose and a couple of days growth of dark stubble surrounding a very sensual mouth that. ”“Is there some sort of rush?”“I don’t like it down here. Everybody’s so poor.”“I can’t leave my bags of rice here.”“Leave them. You will have rice and plenty more.”“Seriously?”“We will have three hearty meals a day, but we must hurry.”“Thanks to Allah above,” she said. “What about these extra bags?”“I’m not carrying those out of the slums.”“You look like you can lift a lot. There are only three bags here.”“Can’t you give them to someone?” asked Vasilla.“I suppose. I’ll give them to a friend. She had a mini fridge over there, she took one breezer and passed me one king fisher ultra. We sat on the friend room and she open the partition door and we can directly jump to the swimming pool from home itself, there was a mice wind towards the room we sat opposite and started to drink and I am looking at her. She was wearing an Anglo Indian frock kind of thing; her boobs are really popping out of her dress. My cock started to rise, she can see the bulge in my pant, and she smiled at me.Manu.