The FBI doesn’t make a big case of it, since after all no one was killed, but at least Victor is now a Federal fugitive. Photos of Victor are plaste...ed everywhere, with the usual information on what numbers to call. * * * * * The third day. They’re edging down the hall toward the elevators. The doctors want Anne to walk but she’s awfully weak, so they go slowly, she still swaying a little on those spindly legs. Geoffrey holds the wheeled IV bag cart to one side, the tube crossing behind his. ? When I had finished, I was stoodup and heard the sound of the toilet flushing.?I had still been crying when I had felt something cool, which I guessedwas a washcloth, on my body.? I had beentreated fairly gently, despite that fact that I was still blindfolded andgagged.? When one of the cloths had wipedmy breasts at the same time the other reached my pussy, I had gasped and triedto squirm away.? They had, however, beennothing sexual about my first wash, and the cloths had been moved on to. In the other timeline, I'd moved into a similar type of apartment upon starting this job. However, this was another life, filled with different interests and pursuits, and I simply desired a different locale in which to hang my hat. Staying in the same complex as before was not an option. I knew that I'd be able to pick up the key to the place on the first of September, but I also knew that we'd be busy on that day with our next-to-last gig. I wasn't about to wait until the following weekend to. So, coming to the sex story. It happened when I was in 3rd year of graduation in Delhi. My dad got transferred to Arunachal and we had to shift to a rented house on the 4th floor. My neighbor on the same floor was a widow woman with her 3-year-old daughter and old parents. For almost a year nothing happened but sooner I met a woman (Shanti) started to go out for grocery shoppings and other daily chores. And soon started to chat through SMS.In some time, she shifted to her new flat and we.