Selvi naan poganum sir ennal iruka mudiyathu endru sonnal naanum sari poo endru solli vitten. Adutha naal aval sikiramaga vanthu vital naan avalidam p...essave illai, aval ennidam adutha sunday nan kandipaga varugiren enidam pesungal ennai manithu vidungal endru kenjinaal.Naan adutha sunday varum varai kaathukondu irunthen avalai ethavathu seiyalam endru. Sunday kaalaiyil phone vanthathu aval enidam neengal velaiyaga irukirgala naan computer centerku varalama endru kettal? Naan entha velaium. The hour drags by, if anything it gets hotter, I am just about to fix myself a cold drink when the door bell goes.I rush to the door like a k** at Christmas, flinging the door open I’m greeted by the sight of a bedraggled woman, her long blond hair once tied up now a matted mess of sweat as her T-shirt clings to her body her shorts are damp with perspiration and next to her a large heavy box.”delivery” she says”did you drag that thing all the up four flights of stairs? I would have helped””last. Sarita’s door. He got excited and waited for the show to begin.The door opened and to his excitement, Mrs. Sarita was wearing a black sleeveless churidar with a red dupatta and black tights came in. She had worn a red bindi and her hair was untied. She was looking at herself at the mirror while she did her hair and gave a nice tasty glimpse of her armpits to Surya. But this was just the tip of the iceberg.After tying up her hair, the teacher took off her kurti which was tight and slowly by. She seemed to be a good place to start as a candidate for Marcus.So the next day, I made my way over to Sunsets pleasure-palace. It was one of the larger pleasure-slave establishments. I had not been here for a couple of months, but an assistant manager ran over to greet me as I exited the taxi out front.“Hi sir, nice to see you again,” she said.Her name was Raquel, a mixed-race lady, in her early forties I suppose, dressed as usual in her fairly tight grey pantsuit. I remembered her from my.