At first the roses we anonymous, but soon they started coming with a small card attached. Each little note spoke of how beautiful her secret admirer t...ought she was, but there was still no identification. One day in addition to the comparison of the roses beauty to that of Amy’s, there was an email address, ti_amo_molto at some anonymous email service. Her roommate, Val thought she should write to him. Val thought this was all very exciting that Amy obviously had a secret admirer, she was. Pata nahi kitne logo se chut marwayi hai saali tune.Kutiya saali chus mera lauda. Kha ja saali ise. Aunty-saale ab meri chut se nahi raha jata.Chod de mujhe saale.Randi ki chut me daal apna lauda. (maine chut ki muh par lund rakh dhakka mara par lund phisal gaya.) aunty-saale,laude meri tight chut me lund gusa nahi pa raha hai.Pahle apni ma ki chut mar ke aa madarchod.Iske pahle kabhi bhosada nahi mara kya? Me-saali tujh jaisy randi mili hi nahi. (iske baad aunty ji tange phailayi apni chut ko. "He strikes her as arrogant so she smirks, and snaps back at him, "There's no damn food for you here. If you don't get your ass out of my house, I'll call the police."She starts to walk aggressively past him, back toward the phone. His hand reaches swiftly behind his back and he brandishes the 9mm she'd seen earlier, aiming it point blank in her face and stopping her dead in her tracks.He cocks his head slantways, looking around the gun into her eyes. He smiles a boyish grin, laughs at her and. Perhaps she was at a hotel or someplace just taking a couple of days to accustom herself to the idea of my excessive longevity. But no, she wasn’t in a hotel. I waited, hoping to hear from her.I checked with the Adams. Neither Phillip nor Alice admitted to seeing or hearing from her. I believed them because they seemed so shocked at her disappearance. They asked me ‘why?’ I didn’t even try to answer, but they understood that it was something very bad — très mal.But from Phillip I did get the.