He's smallish and skinny, like our guy, and maybe roughly in the age-range, but I can't see him impressing anybody as being an educated professor-type..., from up North. You got two local men who say they think our guy ain't from around here. This chimney guy, Burliss Randolph, he looks like a local to me. He's a' intelligent man, an' all, but nobody's going to mistake him for no Yankee professor. Besides, it looks like his alibi for Saturday is going to check out." So, what's he got that. Ghara bhitare pasu pasu bhabu thili tanku madibasibi, puni bhabili na jaldi thhik nuhe . se mote colddrink dele mu tanka pakhare sopha re basithhili. Tanku dekhibaku lagili breast size 35 heba, mane 35-28-34 ra figure ranga samyala, purila purila gala dekhile kahara bi banda thia hoijiba. Mu cold drinks kari sari tanku dekhibaku lagili o tanka bisayare jani baku chahili. Se kahile tanka husband bahare ruhanti o di masare thare asanti . Mu kahili kahiki mote dakithila kichhi kahuna ? se talaku. A good looking man in his mid-sixties, physically fit and was an avid tennis player and an exceptional golfer. He was soft-spoken and about 5 foot ten or so, with salt and pepper hair and neatly trimmed beard. His wife, Lynn, was a strikingly good looking woman. She was in her late fifties, tall … probably 5 foot 8 … with attractively styled, long, brown hair. She was deliciously buxom, just a little chunky in the waist , but with a curvy ass, and nicely shaped legs. Her vivacious personality. There was a knock on the door just as his phone rang. Maureen walked in and Craig picked up the phone. I stood up and said hello to Maureen and cleaned up my portion of lunch. I was just picking up Patricia's to take out to her when the lady herself walked in and with a thankful smile, sat back down and continued to eat. Maureen took one of Craig's chairs near his desk while he finished his conversation."Thanks for coming in Maureen. Come join us at the table," Craig indicated the table that.
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