. but then wondered if it really mattered all that much or not – his imagination seemed to be filling in any blanks just fine anyway...‘Of course,...�� Mitsuko continued, sounding completely casual now, as if she were discussing the weather, ‘when grandfather isn’t about, I tie myself into a kikkou – I just don’t feel right without the ropes digging into me, you know?’‘Not in the slightest,’ admitted Pete, ‘but I’d be interested in learning more...’‘More tea, Mister Goode?’ she asked brightly,. We went to my room, ordered the food and she started the story.Aisha:- Let me start from the first day in flight.(Now the story would be narrated by Aisha and interaction with her husband Nikhil). We catch the flight from Mumbai International Airport and after take off.)Nikhil:- Aishu, I want to ask something?Aisha:- Yes Baby, Sure I won’t hide anything from you?Nikhil:- I know this may sound like I am doubting but just for information. Did you have any affairs or relationships before marriage?. .I see you have no guitar? I have one that you canuse, its on the stand over there." she said pointing at a guitarenclosed by a glass case.Strange, why is this guitar encased like this? She doesn't seem to beworried that I am the only one that showed up, but who am I to complain,just means I have that much of a better chance of making the cut.Walking up to the case I could swear this guitar has a faint glow ofwhat seems to be a mix between a blue and pinkish haze. Reaching out andlifting the. Thinking about breaking her made Kim all that much more desirable.They left the garage-attic dungeon through the small door in Jeff’s parent’s closet and continued through the bedroom. Kim could hear some muffled moans, probably Steph and that Chinese bitch. If she could get loose, she would make those two pay as well as that fuckhead Jeff too. She would get them. But first she had to concentrate on not getting hurt herself. Her knees were starting to get rug burn from the carpet in the bedroom.