Her quest is over,her role as amateur sleuth has ended in failure. The friend she counted onto help her make sense of this adventure has let her down,...professing tobe as mystified as us by the events we related in such painstaking detail,and seeming more interested in our thoughts regarding the latest torridoffering from the pen of 'Katie Chang'."Looks like it," I reply unconstructively, only slowly becoming aware thatI'm fidgeting with my necklace and by doing so catching the unwelcome eyeof a. Usna batya ke tel kitchen mai hai to mai tel lana gya or tel gram karna laga jab mai tel la kar bhar aya to vo lati hui thiUska nite suit (t-shirt) upper chadi hui the uski sundi se upper or vo ek hat se apni chut ko sala rahi the pajyama ke upper se. jais he mai bahar aya vo muja dhak kar hasan lagi mai uska pero ka pas bhat gya to vo boli ke muja toilet jana hai mai usko pakad kar toilet la gya toilet mai English shit the mai usko under chod kar bhar aa gaya bathroom ka gate bad nai kiya or. Then the gasp of disbelief from Jacquelyn, and a stream of questions as he closed the door.It was more than half an hour before Trish came into the bedroom, saying that Jacquelyn had left, and she had glossed over most of her fears.She dropped the robe and slipped on a floral beach dress that came down to her knees. Although the dress was loose it clung to her body and highlighted the fact she was not wearing a bra. But when she went to pull some panties on, Dave stepped forward and stopped. To myself I figured poor Chiqa was going to end up a fat girl. None of them would allow her to make a squawk at all without trying to feed her. She was a happy baby though, or at least seemed to be. She appreciated every face that rubbed noses with her and was quick to reward it with a grin or laugh.After breakfast the next morning I headed off to the salt mines alone. There were men to help me when I got there of course, but no one from my bunch came along. I actually thought it was better.