He could tell just how far along in the pickling process a batch was, just by the smell. He could tell if it was a good batch or had gone bad. This ba...ch smelled good.Using a pair of sampling tongs, he pulled out a medium sized pickle. The texture was firm and there wasn't a hint of sliminess. He cut it in half, length-wise, and examined the interior. It had a good even color and was nearly ready to be put into jars. He flexed one of the halves satisfied with how it felt in his hand. He took a. One night she called me saying, “Hey Christy what you up to?” I was doing my coursework, “Err nothing... I’m not doing anything". “Want to go out?” She replied, she had caught me off guard. It was 9:30pm and I was in my pink short shorts and white shirt. “Were would we go?” I replied nervously. “I don’t know let’s just have a walk to the park or something.” I was desperate not to disappoint her so I replied “Err ok”. “Great!” she yelped in excitement. I had to quickly get ready for her she said. Pher main uss ka oper ah gya orr uss ka hath hata ka uss ka boobmz ko chosnay laga or kabi uss ka lips ko wo abb shaid garam ho rahi thi orr mara saht dahnay lagi pher uss nah muj ko kapray utarnay ka leyah kaha manay appnay kapray utar deya wo maray lund ko ghor ghor kar dahk rahi thi manay appna lun uss ka hath main dah deya orr sulahnay ko bola wo uss ko dahk b rahi thi orr appnay nazuk nazuk hathoon sa uss ko hila b rahi thi orr pher achanak uss nah mara lun appnay moun main lah leya orr. She'll give you whatever you require. Any problems with her, have her call me."I went back to my office. At three o'clock Larry Gerard, walked through my doorway. He was an older, mid forties, very gruff, maintenance technician, who had slowly climbed up the ladder to be a department head, after almost thirty years. I had pulled his records, and knew he'd been working for the company since finishing high school."That new piss ant you hired, just went and fired me." He beat me to it then, Larry..