He then confronted his host, by speaking to the blank wall."Here I am. What did you want to speak to me about?" Ah, Governor Kempe. We wanted you to b... here, so that you could hear a tale of the Personalia's past. It is, we have to admit to you, a confession of sorts, and it is hundreds of years old. The story goes back to the time when the Personalia did not have any name, any identity as a race. We had, of course, our own names for discussion between us, in the form of numerical attributes,. Pura patire purei chusuthila chunnu chuunnu kari.Badamash baap maankara sabu dekhuthilu naa.Sunder truptira abasad nanhi jete dekhuthile nua lagu thai. Puni genhiba. Dekhuna banda kemiti thia heigalani. Hata mari dekhuna. Momi hat mari dekhila belaku sata ku sata mo banda pura khada. Momi tike bed sheet uthei mo banda ku hatare dhari dekhile. Mote tike pakha ku tani nei puni soi padile. Kahile tate pari hebani.Mu kahichalithili Momi ravi sangare Rajesh tanka bhauja dine dipahare babuli sangare. I decided to call her on it."You don't want to be here, with me, do you?" I said. "Almost anybody else but me. Right?" Oh no! Ollie. That's not it at all. It's just—well—she's my best friend..." But it was all right with the two of you if she fucked your husband," I said. She looked away. Suddenly, she was ugly to me. I not only didn't want her. I wanted to be away from her—far away from her."Just leave, Mavis. I've lost interest. Just leave," I said."Ollie, please. I'm just—well—a little. I reached over and gave her a light kiss, with just a bit of tongue.A few minutes later, Kat appeared. In a spaghetti-strap ballerina slip dress, she telegraphed what she expected from the evening. No bra, leaving her dark nipples visible for all; her thong was visible as a dark patch between her legs. Sarah let out a soft gasp of lust. Sarah was standing next to me as Kat approached. I got a sensuous kiss on the mouth as did Sarah. But Kat slid behind Sarah and nuzzled her neck, whispering.