I didn’t think much of that for a couple of minutes, until I heard a somewhat irritated voice wafting a question from over that direction.“Well, a...e you here for something special, or are you just wasting the day away? If the first, get your little ass over here and give Glen attention.”I unfolded myself from the picnic table and strolled through the fringe of trees to the small parking area. When I got to the clearing, I saw a hippie-type guy leaning up against an old copper-colored Lincoln. She noticed immediately that he had decided on wearing slacksonce again. Not a problem. But one day this week she knew that hewould be forced to wear a skirt to work again. Probably Friday. Shehad a feeling he would try to put it off as long as possible.She took his bag of empty bottles from him, but she didn't bother tolook at them - there was really no need. They were always perfect. Shestared at him carefully, looking him over critically. His shape wasreally much better today. She. ’ ‘Jesus H. Christ.’ He muttered under his breath. ‘Some journalist.’ He walked ahead of her. ‘Look less mouth, Reece. A journalist’s skill is finding a story — not some 50-year-old picture.’ ‘Isn’t it?’ He murmured back. God, she was a little bitch, he thought. She wore tight trousers that showed off her ass and tight sweaters that showed off the rest of her. She teased and flirted with all the guys in the newsroom and it annoyed him. She was beautiful but she was also a little cocktease. He. Unka figure 32-28-32 tha mai jab bhi unhe dekhta tha to mera lund lohe ki rod jaisa ho jata tha lagta tha paint fadke bahar na aa jaye .kuch Hua yu ki mai apni chat per blue book pad ker muth mar raha tha tabhi manisa kapde sukhane chat per aayi aur usne mujhe dekh liya wo mujhe dekhti rahi per mai josh mai muth marta ja raha tha acanak meri nazar uspe padi to gabhra ker waha se cala gaya fir saram ke mare meri unse nazar mailane li haimmat nahi ho rahi thi 3-4 dino bad unhone mujhse boli ki.