Pr mujhe jim ko dekh kr lag rha tha abhi iske hoth chum lu. Us raat jim hotel k room k bahr chair pr baithi rhi main uske pas gya or bola.Neend nahi a... rhi…Nahi or tumheNahi…..Kuch chahiye……Tum de nahi paoge.Kya chahiye…….Usne meri ankho main dekha or bola ki kuch nahi main samjh gya..Maine usko pakda diwar se uski pith satai or uske hoto pr kis kr diya…Usne kuch nahi bola. Bas idhr udhr dekhne lagi. Fir meri tarf dekh kr muskrai. Maine usko pakd kr aakhri room k piche wali gali main le gya or. "Hey, Diane wants to know. Tea or Coffee?" Alright Danny. Tea. Black. No sugar," Adam called back and then asked his father about Diane."Ahh, lovely little eighteen year old. I ditched the Paki girl as she had 'er hand in the till. Can't trust 'em." Shit Dad. What did the Police say?" Don't get me started on the effing cops. Useless bunch of ... whatever. But you might remember Diane. Ivy's friend from Guides or whatever it was." No I don't," Adam muttered and looked up to see a stick-thin girl. The other women talked for a moment and then broke away for restrooms and food. Ryan waved off their offers and stayed in her seat, as did Sara. "Enjoying the game?" Sara asked. "Pretty well." Ryan nodded. "I'm not usually much on sports, but it's fun." "Not much on sports? That must make things interesting." "Oh, it's not so bad." Ryan shrugged. "It's not that I hate it, exactly. Just haven't had great experiences with it." To put it mildly, she thought, then changed the subject. "So, which. Interested? Text Y or N in next three minutes to continue."Who the hell got my cell phone number, I wondered. I texted back, "Whois this?"No response. After three minutes the text disappeared from my phone. Istarted searching the internet for companies that might be involved inthis sort of game development. Only one hit, a company called ChangeInc. with no listed address or contact information. Their web siteconsisted of a single page, which featured an image of a gorgeous youngwoman at a bar.