At the company worked Kiran, a 34 year old South Indian woman who was amazingly beautiful, but married. She was supposedly married at 20 to a man who ...was 30 back in India and had moved to America 3 years after the marriage. With him she had 13 and 10 year old daughters. I credit them with her figure, 34C-28-32, something she had to have gotten after giving brith. She swayed when she walked and everyone noticed. When I knew I would be meeting with her, I made an effort to look nice and did extra. ” "For after what?” she thought taking a huge gulp of her drink, but he didn’t elaborate, he just went back to carefully chopping the vegetable for the stir fry, with a cheeky grin on his face. While he concentrated on preparing her meal, it gave her chance to lean back against the worktop with her drink in hand, and really closely admire is beautiful face, which she had never looked at in close detail. His broad, strong jaw line with a small amount of stubble, she wondered what it would. Fred had removed the barrier after our target practice and Harlou came in and did several of the Tai Chi and martial arts moves following my lead. I didn't even notice as I had my eyes closed and was concentrating on my muscles and the movements. When I opened my eyes to start my run, I saw Harlou, Olnafot, Dignar, Grunto, Valkorla, and Joulnar finishing up their moves as well as Grojan, Teague, Merthar, Westboh Sothenar, Heagern, Haritof, and Thorf looking on. When I started my jog, Harlou,. He would have to do. So what are you doing sitting here? He dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and took a final sip of wine, then headed for the lobby. He stopped at the gift shop for a quick purchase, as she had requested, and rode the elevator to the tenth floor. He stood outside her door and listened. He could faintly hear the heart-wrenching sound of her softly sobbing inside. It was the mournful sound of someone who had lost their closest and dearest friend, and was being torn emotionally.