If I had the talent, I'd be a horror writer or adirector of horror movies, and I'd go for the jugular every time.But I'm not particularly talented. I ...an't write. I can't direct. Ican't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes totalent, I'm severely handicapped.God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess Goddoes. Linda and I were both going to dress up for a night out on the town. She would go out to a bar and I would come there later and pretend to pick her up. We had never tried anything like this before but it was worth a try.Linda was supposed to arrive at the bar around 9:00 and I was would arrive about 15 minutes later. The idea is simple, we see each other across the bar and I buy her a drink. I then approach and we have small talk. Eventually I ask her back to my hotel room and we leave. Cassidy, you know that!" he said softly. The car was moving slowly along, and Sylvie peered out through the rain."I think you turn at the next corner, Frank!" she reminded the elderly man."Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Sylvie wondered for a second if his mind was going. She thought with alarm of the night when she had rung for him... it was after taking the "medicine". She had lain nakedly writhing on the floor of her dressing room when he entered. Sylvie flushed a deep red. I got a call from another lady. She introduced herself as Sanjana and she got my number from Bhavana. She works in the same office and told me she is looking for massage as she has back problem. I said ok will meet u over the weekend and with her voice, I thought this is yet another boring massage session without fun. The same night of talking, she sent me a massage in WhatsApp saying hi, I checked her DP to see how she looks and to my bad luck there were 5 women in the DP and all looked at.