Tom the Little Man

ench suit and carried himself with the lady into the mansion. There were servants at the passage to welcome the guests into the luxurious home and the little man walked like a god, occa

ne like the gate of heaven. A man in the pool of old age and his fat jolly wife were at the table, smiling as if they were kin

ared her throat and said, “Dad, thi

wered his bifocals and looked

e man on the back. “He’s

sir,” Tom gree

. They are very important to this family.” The man continued, “I never knew that people like you still exist. Well, my family has decided to ap

“I will wo

daughter will discuss other issues with you.” Then he turned to the attendant w

weet wine and served enough pork meat and w

to a bar within the premises. They were alone in the dark as the breeze blew g

whisper. She poured out a drink into her glass and sent it down her thr

ght. He filled her empty glass with wine.

ul lewdly and threw out a questio

glass and gi

was

od

she was

y, “Today is the b

the little man a drink and

and sat up. “I was about to ask you. Will

feet. He pushed the table aside and they embraced. They slept at the mansion that ni