Uzma mujhay daykhtay he foran aik taraf say chader utha ker khud ko cover kernay lagi James nay usay kaha k yahi hay mayra cozn and friend wo boli yah...dhoka hay tu wo bola dhoka kaysa randi tayray leay paysay deay hayn ziyada tur turn a ker warna mayn is sab ki class main bta don ga bhol jaon ga main nay chup rayhnay ka koi wada kia hay. Or phr us ki college wali bat main nay uzma ko batai.Uzma ki ankh main ansu a geay phr boli ok per main aik time main dono ko serve naheen keron git u main bhi. "C'est pas grave... it is not a problem," she said. "It makes the washing easier." She laughed again, and then turned to the trolley to get her washcloth out of the hot water again. I contemplated her ass as she was turned away from me, and wondered what it looked like under the unflatteringly long and loose skirt. I heard her wringing the washcloth out, and she turned back to me, moving the whole trolley a little further away from the head of the bed so as to have better access to my lower. She beckoned me to follow her and led me into an office, the likes of which I’ve never seen. A huge antique desk dominated one part of the room, various folders neatly stacked on it.The other half of the room had two massive brown leather sofas, a beautiful, large low glass table between them. There were a few other pieces of furniture dotted about.Two glasses and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket were on the table. Next to them was a tray of chocolates.“Angelica asked me to apologise,. ”“I would have,” mumbled Frankie.“So, let’s say I do leave Frankie boy here alone? What then? Where’s my guarantee you won’t use this later?”“You’re just going to have to trust me,” she said. “But know this, if I don’t make a phone call in,” she checked her watch, “ten minutes, it won’t matter.”Mr. Young looked at the envelope in his hands. “What will it cost me to get the originals?”“I don’t want your money Mr. Young. I want you to leave my son alone. Come near him one more time, threaten him,.