"Don't DREAM it, BE it". Go outand DO that stuff; don't tell ME about it!!? Though Iadmit, some of you write really well.?Post that stuff online, don't send it to ME! EIGHTAlthoughI'm sure you're a nice guy. Of course I am generalizing here about what the women wear and am not attempting to slot anyone into any kind of stereo type. Anyway, one particularly hot August afternoon I had to go for groceries before I went home. After parking my new car in an isolated part of the parking lot so that some ass hole wouldn't hit my car and with armed with a shopping list I walk to my local Longo's (a nice grocery store near my home). Just before I walked into the store I notice a very large SUV type. ‘Who are you?’ she asked almost in a zone. ‘I’m Davis, Jake’s cousin.’ he said and attempted to take a step towards Jake. ‘Back up.’ she warned holding the gun a little higher, and Davis stood back. ‘Is he dead?’ he asked unable to tell for sure. ‘Does he look dead?’ she asked looking down at Jake and then back up at Davis. ‘He looks like he needs a hospital- I’ll call an ambulance.’ he said and she saw the worry in his eyes. ‘NO!’ she cried as she cocked the gun. ‘He’s hurt- and you look like. I started chatting with them casually, after some times we could chat freely. Sreeja had completed her higher secondary studies and will be joining college and Aswathy had just completed her high school. So both of them were free regarding their studies. Sreeja had to appear for a competitive exam, that’s why they are here now.The Long hairsWhile chatting I could see that both of them still have good hair. Even though the hair was all messed up due to the journey, I was sure it will still be a.Read More
