It took me several hours to compute my end of day profits from my dollar and forward grain contract trades. As I'd hoped, the profit was very substant...al. In two hours of trading on the divergence of the Dollar and the grains, I'd netted over seven hundred thousand dollars. I could see that this wasn't a trade I could initiate very often, but it was one that would prove very lucrative, over time. It wasn't yet as much as I had hoped for, but this single instance of a tradeable signal had more. "I don't think you should wear clothes in the house anymore", he said."Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya."Like who, mom?" came back Deen with his reply."Well you know, someone who I don't..." she struggled to finish the sentence."Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.Blushing, Manya nodded her answer."Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck you. Simple" said Deen."Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip and. After dinner, mom prepared a milkshake for us. She was preparing to serve the milkshake.I went to the kitchen to ask mom if she needed any help. But to my surprise, I saw her putting a couple of tablets in a glass and stirring the same glass for quite some time. After that, she categorically served the same glass to me. I became a little suspicious. So I pretended to drink it.I quickly poured the glass into the sink when mom and uncle were busy chattings. After that, I pretended to be sleepy. "She hasn't spoken to her mother properly for Heaven knows how long. Stop being impatient." So I dug an opera CD out and started to play it quietly. That calmed me down and I waited patiently until the pizzas were ready. Morag wasn't but I went through and signalled to her. She nodded and waved in acknowledgement. I went back and dished up the pizzas and put them back in the warm oven, which I had had the forethought to turn on. I hadn't been married for twenty-five years for nothing.Five.
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