A note to the readers all conversations will be in English no translation will be provided.I had just moved to my new apartment. I was appointed there... by my new employers. As a pilot I got a lot of such perks. The first few weeks were a nightmare because I had to complete all the chores myself. Soon I realized that I needed my own maid. Now for a maid I had my own personal requirements. 1) She had to be punctual2) She had to be young (not for perverted reasons)3) She has to be hot (for. It makes me smile. “Sam and I stopped for lunch. We're about two hours away,” I text Alex, letting her know what is going on. Moments later, the phone chirps in response. “No rush." she writes. "I'll see you both when you get here.” Once Sam lugs out the cooler from the backseat, I take out the food I made the morning before our trip. It isn't anything too fancy. We knew we were going to have dinner with Alex later on so we didn't need much. I made my favorite, peanut butter sandwiches. Mine. He shouted passion, delirious sympathy and desire overwhelmed him. He loved her. He wanted her. She assured him. She loved him. She wanted him. She wept.Through my leaves, the man looked toward his god for mercy. Warm light sprinkled upon him. The woman bathed his forehead with water from a plastic jug. Removing the scarf was forbidden to her. Rivulets, pink like the petals of my spring, washed into the soil.A calm took him and his eyes were clear. He reached out and grasp the hem of the. Then I asked him what he meant about stories about him and my mother. Here is the story he told me as we drove back to the funeral home to get my car."I went by your house one afternoon to see if you wanted to go to the show. When I walked by the window I saw your Mom on the couch in her robe and she was crying. She had a shower cap on so I knew she had either taken a shower or was getting ready to. The front door was open a couple of inches so I opend the screen and walked inside. She was.