She opened her eyes and looked at me, questioning."Did D.B. watch you have sex with Wanda?" Yes."She picked up the locket and stared at it for several...seconds, like it held the key to a puzzle."Tell me about the nightmare." Aren't you... aren't you angry with me? You still want to hear about the nightmare after everything I've said?"Her tone showed no passion, whatsoever. "I believe it's important that you describe the nightmare while it's fresh in your mind."There was something disturbing. As she sat in the waiting room, she could not for long take her eyes off the receptionist.She can't have been here the first time, she thought. I would have noticed. Laura peeked at the woman around the corner of her magazine. Fortunately, there was only one other person in the waiting room, an older man who appeared to be comatose though sitting upright.The receptionist, safe behind her countertop and low glass barrier, like a bank teller, was pretty and black, about Laura's age, maybe thirty,. I did, however, give her a pretty expurgated version, making Richard seem like an alarmist and Estrada a comparatively small-time opportunist. As a younger woman she'd been fairly adventurous—adventurous enough to join me in our self-imposed exile for all those years, for one thing—but motherhood had turned her, unsurprisingly, a good deal more conservative. There was no point to worrying her needlessly.Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by. Mai sidi pakad kar khada hogaya aur wo upar chad kar jaala saaf karke jab utar rahi thi tab unka pair fisala aur wo niche mere upar gir padi aur wo dard ke mare chikh uthi aur unhoon ne jhuk kar apni leg ko masalna shuru kar dia,, mai unke karib gaya aur kaha “zaida darad ho raha hai kia ?” wo boli jyada nahin par thoda bahut ho raha hai wo kamar pakad kar jhuk kar kamar dabane lagi tab unki chuchion nighty se saaf nazar aa rahai thi kyon ki unhone bra nahin pahana tha yah dekh kar mera lund.