I told her it was a crush. She said she knew what a crush was because she had one on Rodney Spruce in the sixth grade. She said crushes don’t last f...r years.I reminded her I was old enough to be her father, and then bit my lip for bringing his memory into this.“You’re not my father,” she said. “I love him and miss him. I always will. But you’re not him.”“I’m too old for you,” I said.“I think that’s a construct of society,” she said. “I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are, not how. Wilkinson was right, you are dangerous. I should have you killed off right now." O'Neil said his eyes wide with fear."Really Mr. O'Neil, it seems that you have some kind of grudge against me, and why would that be?" Chris asked him his hand making another small gesture which O'Neil missed, what it did was to channel O'Neil's phone to the staff canteen and the Chief Constable's intercom while keeping the microphone on O'Neil's phone active."I'll tell you why Mr. Oh So Clever Beaker, my group owe. Betichod itna tight topPehne thi ki saali ke bra ke cup tak pata chal rahe thee and taange aisi chamak rahi thi jaise abhi abhi waxing karai ho aur tel laga ho. Usne mujhe dining table pe baithne ko kaha and khud opposite seat me baith gayi aur boli-“have u done your work”..maine kaha-“yes aunty”. Wo boli aunty kisko keh reh ho .mai koi aunty vanty nahi hun samjhe. Maine kaha nahi ab aap mujhse badi hain to respect de raha hun.Wo boli to didi nahi bol sakte kya. I said maine kabhi aapko didi ki. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she sets the coffee mug on the window before her and begins to lean back into his arms. His nibbling traces a line from her earlobe down the line of her neck and shoulder, as one hand runs down and around the front to cup underneath a breast, the other hand slipping up into the hair at the back of her head. Moaning as she’s brought back to the present, enjoying the feel of his strong arm around her, the hand massaging the back of her scalp. The hand twirling.