En thangaiyum kai pazhakam seithu kondu irupaal, appozhuthu naan thunguvathu pondu nadithu irupen.Ippadiye sendru kondu irunthathu, en nanban oru naal... veetirku vanthu irunthaan. Avan enidam kaama kathaigalai kanbithaan, avan kama kathaiyai kanbithathum udane naangal veliyil sendru akkathaigalai padithom. En nanban veru kathaiyai thaan en idam kanbithaan, aanal annan thangai kama kathaiyai thana eduthu padika aarambithen.Athil thangai annan iruvarum ondraaga kamam seivathu pondu ezhuthi. It’s one of the only things she truly enjoyed about this line of work, getting to see people at their most vulnerable, because with the outside world they’re embarrassed of their fetishes or their life, their ‘dirty little secrets’. But here, we ARE the dirty little secrets. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Walking over to James, a huge smile started to form, he loved it when she’d notice him on her own and make a beeline for him. It made him feel special. Although, at one point, they had. I even feel exciting and kinky wearing it."She brought her hands forward, and she had a parcel in each. "I also bought a couple of gifts for you. Open the small one first."For a short moment I wondered about her change. I sure hoped she was not getting inspiration outside the house. Then I remembered dad's words about her: Her love and infatuation, and I pushed the thought away. Her first gift was a pair of Y-fronts, made of some shiny, light blue material."They should go well with your blue. "Home invasion. Self defense. Pretty much self-explanatory. And Judge Charlie, Mizz Helen's husband, his son is the district attorney. The two guys, they had records as long as my arm," I said.We talked about the TV interview."The one they showed wasn't what I expected out of that bunch," Jim said."I got sort of snippy with 'er," I said. "She re-did it. I still expected to get torn up on local TV."Cindy giggled. "You shoulda seen it, Mister Jim. He had her flopping around like a dying catfish.