Jazz. My beautiful Jazz.It all came back so suddenly. I relived the scene in the church a hundred times in the space of a few seconds."Oh my Jazz. My ...eautiful Jazz." I began crying and shaking. I squeezed the hand holding mine. The woman looked up. Her face was stained with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. It was Lauren."I'm so sorry, Carlos. I'm so sorry."Lauren grabbed my hand with both of hers and put her head down on it. I could feel her hot tears as they rained down onto the back of. One day it was very cold and we were inside the blanket, he moved very close to me from behind and slept. i could feel his warm breath on my neck. he said ” njan ninne jacky vekkan pokuvaa.. Nee oru charakk thanne” with this he starting rubbing his body over mine.this continued for sometime and then we slept off. Over the next few days this continued and sometimes I was doing this back on me. Now sharath never used to sleep in his room. We always used to cuddle around at the corner in my room.. . but it was his passion that truly mesmerized Sir John.Exhausted, the knight climbed onto the bed...it was warm enough to remain uncovered. The cool evening air caressed his skin like the fingers of his Prince often had. Not a moment or two after his head met the straw and fur of the bed did his eyes close and he drifted off. Sir John dreamt that night. A similar dream came to him every night. The situation was different each time but the participants (the characters in the dream) always. One night i when she was in bathroom, i tried to peep through the door but couldn’t. Next day i found that the pipe connecting the bathroom and toilet was not properly fixed and had some space between wall and pipe making a small see through sort of whole.I broadened that hole in such a way that if she is under the shower, i can see her. That night, i waited for her to enter the bathroom; the moment she went in, i went to the toilet. I saw everything from taking off her clothes to putting the.