"You say Spook tells you nobody seems to know—that you're actually Jack Heyward, that is. Richard told you, based on his knowledge of Estrada, that ...t seemed likely to him, too. Right?" Well ... right, I guess," I said."You guess? Or it's what they said?" It's what they said," I admitted."OK, then. Now, they could be wrong. Spook was, about Estrada last time, wasn't he?" Yeah," I told her. "And that's exactly what's 'eating me away, ' as you put it. Suppose he is? Suppose somebody else out. Chuck must have had the same view.She bends over low giving Mike a view of her breasts and deep cleavage. She hands him the bottle and with a seductive smile says, "Here's your beer honey."Her husband takes the beer, blatantly staring at her breasts. With the other hand he reaches up and cups one of her luscious mounds kneading the nipple between his thumb and fingers.He tells his wife, “Oh yeah…these feel good. You have great tits. I wanted to get my hands on them the first time we met. Is. I wanted to cut your sexy hair little by little till your shoulders but before that I want to make love to your hair and want to enjoy your hair nicely and then want to cut your hair and have pleasure in it.” Revathi was hearing my mouth opening and was seeing me itself. I remained her about the promise and she said she need some time to think. I said ok but I will not study till it happens and closed all the books and kept aside. Revathi begged me to study now and let’s do that all later but I. All right, who needs some ice cream? I asked, reaching into the freezer and pulling out a pop for the baby and another for Ronnie. Occasional thunder shook the windows and lightning flashed frequently through the windows. We lived in a tidy little three bedroom apartment, one for the master bedroom, one for the baby, and the last bedroom is my office slash studio where I photograph products for catalogs and do my writing. There is just enough room to photograph somebody modeling a pair of pants.