I miss Dani. I miss Kaili. I miss Remy. I miss Krystal, Marilyn... I miss Tris—" That last name would always whistle past my head. "Please let me go....."I wondered if that were possible still. For all I knew, the image I saw in the mirror could be no more than a figment of my imagination, an illusion born of a mind gripped in psychosis—the sort that would drive a man to murder a fourteen year old girl and seek to enslave her spirit. I was still capable of the introspection required to see that I. When that bubbling glass of cold and crisp brew is placed before the drinker, he knows intuitively that the drink provides an ultimate companionship. The glass doesn’t speak in monotonous tones. The glass of beer doesn’t talk back or offer criticism. Rather, as the drinker sips slowly, allowing it to drown his tongue and loosen his body, the beer itself shares the man’s experience. Quite arguably, the alcohol never takes away, only gives. He begins to relax. The drink pauses the treacherous. I have to leave now. Rest here for a while and when you feel stronger, go and clean yourselves up and then wait here for me to come back. We need to talk. And thank you, my beauties," I added, "that was wonderful. You don't know how long I'd been waiting."Back at work I looked in at Fran's desk in the open-plan part of the office to let her know she would find a couple of guests when she got home. Her eyes widened as I told her briefly about the twins. "The daughters of that pompous. PART II After 10 to 15 days of this incident, I asked her to have sex. She immediately agreed to my proposal and she left from the office early and after sometime I left to her house, when her husband is not in the house (he is at his office). After reaching her house, she locked the door and hugged and kissed me.We are standing on the floor of her bed room and hugged and kissed and swallowed saliva of each others. Later I removed my shirt and pant. On seeing me with my banyan and underwear,.