" What's your favorite color?" I don't know. Why?" Cause I didn't paint them yet. I wanted to find out what color you like first." Oh, ummm ... blue."...Blue?" Yeah. That's my favorite color." Like ... baby blue?" Heh!" I laughed softly. "Like dark blue." Oh. I don't have any dark blue. What's your second favorite color?" I don't know." I got um, pink and red and some ... silver and some kinda gold and..." Pink." Your second favorite color is pink?" Lisa giggled."Just for like toes and stuff.". I am a good looking guy with an average size tool. This story happened 6 months back when we were at Time of busy preparation for exams. The heroine of the story is inchara.We both worked in the same firm and we became great friends during the course of training. We used to spend a lot of time both discussing matters related to studies as well as personal things. The days were passing…..One day when we were returning back from office, the time was around 9.00 at night, it’s started raining. All seemed to go well, except I had no idea what happened before I arrived. Bummer.The next time my friend and I were going to the golf range and I offered to drive, if he would meet me at my place after work. He seemed pretty happy to have me driving again. Still, as far as I could tell from either him or my wife nothing was happening.Suddenly I'm thinking it's true "third time's a charm". He asked if I wanted to go to the driving range again and offered to buy a couple of buckets of balls if. I don't suppose there'd be any harm if she had a dog that could drag her around the yard on a sled, but I haven't got the first idea of how to go about training a sled dog." Didn't you have dogs as a kid?"Mike thought back. Patches had been a heck of a good dog. He was a pure mutt, Irish Setter mixed with beagle or something, but he'd been a good dog to grow up with. He'd been getting old by the time Mike was in high school, and didn't last until Mike graduated. It had been a sad day when he.