.. why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a... Tarantino movie? Never. People actually do say corny-ass lines because we're don't walk around with fucking thesauruses in our fucking heads. So she stares at me like she's in shock, but shit my fucking dick's popping out of my waistband, and her fingers and all in her cunt, so that expression gets all sexy real fast and she'd like "You want to. During breaks she went outside to smoke and there were a lot of men out there talking to her, hitting on her. He watched her shoot them all down. With an icy stared and a cold smile.He was not one to go out on a limb. To take a chance. Ron didn't like rejection, so he didn't put himself out there to be rejected. But just to talk to her was to great to pass up.So he waited until she went to the bathroom and he went to the men's, she stepped outside and lit a cigarette, they had ten minutes.Ten. ”“Yes, the doghouse. That is where I’ll be sleeping tonight.”Not having met Sanjay’s wife, Mike was convinced that she ruled the house with an iron fist. He said, “Tell her that she doesn’t need to worry about your job. You won the respect of hundreds of people today. That’s not quite right. You earned their respect today.”“Thanks, Mike.”“That was a brave thing you did, today,” Mike said.“I was more angry than brave,” Sanjay said. When Utpal had asked him why he was bothering to sit with the. As per usual the heat was overpowering although Emily seemed to cope better with it than Tracey, she was used to it she guessed.When the plantation house finally came into view Tracey's breath was almost taken away, the place was huge, huge and gleaming white with long verandahs running the length of each floor and there was three floors. Inside was as massive and luxurious as the outside with big cool rooms, billowing lace curtains and cool wooden floors. Tracey was sure she would never find.