I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlight. My eyes were bulging out of my socket in unexpected excitement. Rest of the day I spent day ...reaming about you and not accomplishing any work. I wanted so much to run my hands over your long silky smooth legs. Flirting went on for couple of months but still not had chance to speak to each other. I should have dropped a note or called you but I was so intimidated by your beauty that my nerve turns into Jell-O whenever I am in front of. "We'd better call Walt," she advised. Walt Cheevers was proprietor, publisher, editor and chief reporter of the local fishwrap, the Manatee Monitor. "We need an information campaign to start up, post-haste, to nip any Textile backlash in the bud."With that, she started dialling.The Manatee Monitor comes out every Wednesday, filled with the latest goings-on in our mighty metropolis. It's usually completely uninteresting to any individual who doesn't actually reside here, as is typical of most. ”“Very noble of you, I’m sure,” there was a definite look of incredulity on her face. Then she turned and started towards the kitchen area.“Ah, what did you expect, Connie?” she said aloud to herself. “You sure can pick ‘em, reach for a rose and get stuck with a prick. You’ll never learn.”Shocked, Mike watched as she walked away shaking her head. Then he realized she’d misunderstood him, he hadn’t explained it properly.“Connie, wait, wait, you don’t understand. I wasn’t talking about marrying. Main – accha chalo aaj kahin chai pine chalte hain meri ye baat sunkar rohit meri or ektak dekhne laga jaise ki mera chehra padh raha ho uska meri or is tarah dekhna ajib sa laga aur maine use Tonkte hue kaha kya hua meri baat sunkar wo hadbadate hue bola hann kuch nahi phir maine kaha to chai par chalein usne muskurate hue haan me sar hila diya aur bola kahan chalein uski baat sunkar main sonch me pad gaya phir kuch der sochne ke baad kaha kyaon naa tumhare ghar chalein ek baar phir hairat se.