Selvi sattai thaan aninthu irunthaal aval sataiyai kayati braviyil irunthu mulaiyai veliyil eduthen. Mulai kaambu karupaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu, selv... en jattiyai kayati sunniyai veliyil eduthu paarthaal.En sunni karupaaga irunthathu, sunni munaiyil thol konjam keezhe vanthu rose vanna nirathil sexiyaaga irunthathu. Selvi ennai keezhe amarthi en sunniyai sappi suvaika aarambithaal. Haaaaaaaaaa sunniyai azhagaga naakal naki sexiyaaga sappi urinthu sappinaal. Nan sugathil keezhe paduthu viten,. He may not have realized it but all night he’d been resisting my advances and doing little things that drove me insane. He’d brush his soft looking hair away from his face, biting his succulent lower lip, opening and closing his legs and to top it all off he would rub his hands up and down over his inner thighs. He couldn’t be naïve enough to think that a gesture like that could be considered innocent after my various attempts to get in his form-fitting pants. I think I had had enough and. Bet you didn’t know that.’ I shook my head, looking down into my drink. ‘He was a great man. He started the family fortune by purchasing two piece-of-shit little newspapers and turning them into giants. I started off in the mail room at less than a dollar an hour. I earned my way up, even though I was the old man’s son. I had to prove to him that I could take over the business once I was old enough.’ I lowered my glass. ‘And now you’re a pimp,’ I said. Ian’s features twisted. ‘You don’t know. I walk further up Third. The traffic has abated. It's lonely, and the passing cars are hurrying home now, taking nonotice of the tricked out tramp in silver hotpants and stilettos. Iturn on Bonnie Brae, a dark, overgrown street chock a block with run-down apartment buildings. My cheap plastic Casio says it's 2:00 a.m.Outside, the air is still sultry, barely stirring. Bonnie Brae is deserted and quiet, but for tinny banda wafting from anopen window high above me. Two police helicopters buzz.