I was no prude, and he knew it. I was a child of the '60's -- a real flower girl, in spite of my disregard for drugs.Just before our 30th anniversary,...and six months away from the New Millennium, I sat one afternoon in the back yard. My bottle of White Zinfandel stood in the ice bucket next to my chair. I considered my life. I made a decision. I rose from the chair and went to the house. In the "family room" (I had to laugh: what family?) I went to the bar and pulled out the tequila. I poured a. I dressed casually and perfumed myself to impress the client and then ihad a light breakfast.Then I started at 8 am and reached the place at 8.25 am said by the escort agency. It was a pleasant day climate was so good I felt more excited and little bit nervous. There came a lady in her costly bmw x3 series car I was completely freezed. The car stopped before me and the lady got out of the car everything to me was very slow in motion. She came near me and spoke to me but I was unable to speak. "Heilige Geschlechtsverkehr Scheiße. Wie in den sieben Höllen haben sie das getan?" Poor fucker lost his English ... again."Verdammt nochmal, Hans. Sie wissen, dass ich sie nicht Deutsch sprechen. In English, please. Und sie sauber zu machen ... das ist ein vierzehn Jahre alter kleiner," Wendy said.Hans ... for, evidently, Hans was his name. He answered to it anyway. Hans visibly pulled himself together. He addressed Vee, "I'm sorry, your Highness. Please forgive my gauche language. What I. While I was coming out of my house, I heard neha calling tailor, and asking him to come home so that she can explain him properly where to alter blouse. Suddenly though come in my mind, and I decided to stay at home, but in secret. So without her knowledge I adjusted myself just behind the window of our bedroom. After 15 min tailor came to home. He greets neha, and asked for the problem. (Neha wore black semi transparent saree on that day).Neha: Ye kaisa blouse banaya hain tumne , kitna loose.