She put her hands in her lap so he wouldn’t see her fingers twisting together. "I'm sorry. It's not, ah, not very mature of me." "Why?" he asked. Hi... voice was still calm, but those gray eyes focused on her like lasers. She was silent, trying to figure out what to say. "Is it because of the profile?" he prompted. Part of him was already on the defensive, but he kept it at bay. "Not because of it, exactly, but it has to do with it," she said, amazed she could keep her voice so even. "Then what?". Probably why I have such a speedo fetish.I walked for another five minutes or so along the back of the dunes and the only people I saw were what I assumed to be a gay couple sunbaking nude. They had their back to me and were tucked in the dunes with their backs to me so they didn't even see me walk past.Finding a nice spot, I set up my camp. It wasn't in full view of the path so I felt it was a little bit discrete. It was just hidden enough from the beach to be private and when I walked over. Then the knocking started.No! I wasn't going to answer. I had more important things to do. I needed to stay right here, learning more about my wonderful drawing.The shop phone rang, but I let the answering machine get it. Then it was my apartment line, and finally my cell. I forced myself not to yell when I answered. “What do you want, Detective Bertoli?”“Mr. Singleton, are you all right?”“Never better! My two best friends just committed suicide, and I'm sick as a dog. Thanks for. Samaaaaa jaooo mujhme or ye words kehte kehte humari chmma chatti shuru ho gyi me Vicky k niche thi or apni tango k cross me Vicky ko liya hua tha hum dono ek dusre k honto ko chustw jubaan ka ras pite kabhi me uske uper wale to kabhi vo mere niche wale vo apne dono hatho se merw booba Ko kas kar dabata.jisse mw.cheekh b marti to uska kiss mujhe shant kar deta ab vo dhire dhire niche ki or Aya or usne mujhe ulta kar diya or merw gole gole mote chutdo par haath pherte huya kaha ki radhika mom.