I asked a few of our tradies that did business with us who would be the best man to talk to, they all agreed that Giuseppe D'Acenzio was the man to ta...lk to, Mr Concrete they called him.Ron and I tracked him down doing a concrete house slab. After the usual how do you do's I explained what we were looking for. His first question was do we have architect drawings, I told him no, what we wanted was someone with a broad enough knowledge of the building industry to look at the site and to consider. Aur ha friend eh sub ek myth hai esa nahi hua hai. Ab chalte hai story pei iske bad mene apne aur gharvalo se chudai ki or kya hai iske bare mei padhna ho to mera pehle issue padheUske bad mei utha to humari kamvali bai ayi muje laga ke khuck kam se ayi hogi uske piche uska pati bhi aya muje laga kya ho rha hai or ate hi voh dono k dusre ko chodne lage to meine kaha ji yah kya kar rhe ho or muje aaj koi chodne vala member nahi hai to voh hase aur kaha ke aaj hum tum hamare naukar ho hum jo. Something to hold me in this world. Moving in tiny circles, my fingers;his fingers, bring urgent need welling up from deep within me. No, I smileinwardly. This is not the time, or the place. A year ago I would not have cared,would have allowed my body it's pleasure. It is a mark of my inner disciplinethat I remove my hand and allow my need to ease. My body is his. I give itwillingly. Pleasure, pain...all his to control through me. It was one of myfirst promises to him. Only he would ever again. Her straight brown hair was parted in the middle and pulled int a pony tail by a black scrunchy. She didn't help the image with a brown cardigan, over an off white beige button up blouse tucked into ill fitting brown trousers that exposed her brown socks. Her shoes though were white trail running shoes. Rather they were once white, the were filthy with mud and dirt from executing their primary function. She liked to run, but more on that another time. She was senior archivist for the Julian.