. died’ said the man front the front desk.‘That’s Impossible’ Dipti said.‘You sure it isn’t the TV’ said the front desk guy.‘Ummm yea.... maybe TV’ Dipti lied. Dipti hung the phone and walks toward the hall. She didn’t hear anything the next door.Was it my imagination, thought Dipti and went back to work.After almost two hours she heard the choking noise again. She shut all her paper and called up the front desk again.‘Hi this is Dipti again…!. How did the women next door died?’ she asked the. ”“Arnold?”“Arnold Petti. He’s the guy who owns that business that wouldn’t sell. Turns out this group has been pressuring him hard to sell his import/export business to them.”“I’ll still go by the police station and make sure there isn’t something that might come back and bite you in the ass.”“Well, that is the part you are paid to cover.”I reached into my pocket and pulled out a card, which I handed to Jonathan.“This is the card the officer gave me, if I had any other questions. Since you’re. Matt moved round a bit so both of them where in front of Susan, they both where using their hands on her to great effect, Susan’s hands moved so she was feeling Steve’s and Matt’s cocks she looked down and in that silent movie situation, i could imagine what she was saying to them both, they both smiled at her and held her hands on their cock, moving them so she was wanking them hard. Both the guys lent into Susan and whispered in each ear, smiling as they did, she was smiling back and started. When she looked up to me, one drop ran down her cheek. I felt so sorry for her. I wiped it away with my finger and to my surprise it was not a normal tear. When I looked at it on my fingertip, the liquid sparkled in all rainbow colors. In an instinct, I put it in my mouth and I felt a stingy sharp taste. A taste that transpired the pain and hurt of its bearer. I sat down besides Pharomé. “I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.” I put my hand on her tummy. In that moment I fell.