The only difference that there weren't dirty clothes all over the floor. My mom had clearly tidied up a bit in there because I am a horrible slob when...it comes to my own bedroom.I walked downstairs to find my mom watching TV while enjoying a nice glass of red wine. She asked, "Hey sweetie! Do you want a glass?" Sure! I'm not driving."She poured me a fairly sizable glass. I took my first sip and it was absolutely delicious. That isn't surprising though because my mom always had good taste in. Naan ulle sendru sofavil amanthen, manaivi kudika ena vendum endru ketal? Enaku ulle selum pozhuthe sema moodu eriyathu. Naan paal endru solinen, oru nimidam ennai paarthu vitu aval kitchenuku sendraal ennal itharku melum kamathai adaka mudiyathu endru therinthu aval kitchenukul sendren.Aval pine sendru soothil sunniyai vaithu idithu kaiyai pidithu pin puramaaga kati pidithen. Appozhuthu aval ungaluku pin puramaaga kati pidipathu thaan migavum pidikuma endru ketal? Naan avalai udane en pakam. He lifted the bottle threateningly, figuring it was the bestweapon at hand."Yes, that's the one," the man said while carefully polishing hisglasses."Uh," Jake responded, puzzled. He needed to get rid of this jerk beforeanyone else got there."Yes, yes, I see it. You have my bottle. You summoned me. Tch. Vanillasyrup. No cheating, indeed," he muttered sotto voce. "I was aiming for abar. Drunks are so much easier to please. I bet this isn't even NewOrleans," he challenged."Well, uh, no," Jake. Then his lips are on mine, not softly but hard, and he presses me against the wall. It seems now is not the time for gentleness, and we are pulling at each others clothes, greedy for bare flesh. Soon his jacket and tie are on the floor, his shirt buttons undone and my hands on his chest. My coat is also on the floor, he has pulled the bottom of my blouse out from my skirt waistband and he is wrestling with the catch of my bra. He is successful and roughly pushes my bra up to cup my breasts I.