రిసెప్షనిస్ట్తో మాట్లాడి, నా దగ్గిరకి వచ్చింది.“అయాం స�...రీ. అర్జెంట్గా పని వచ్చింది. అయినా కష్టపడి వచ్చేరు, రండి, చూస్తాను” అని నన్ను తీసుకు వెళ్ళింది. రమణ సోఫాలో కూర్చుని, రిసెప్షనిస్ట్ సళ్ళకేసి దొంగ చూపులు చూస్తూ, మేగజైన్ తిరగేస్తున్నాడు. సునీత తెల్లగా, నాజూగ్గా ఉంది. పట్టుకుచ్చు లాంటి నల్లటి, ఒత్తైన జుట్టుని పోనీ టైల్ కట్టింది. బంగిన పల్లి మామిడి పళ్ళల్లాంటి ఆమె సళ్ళ ముచ్చికలు ఏరంగులో ఉంటాయా అని ఊహిస్తున్న నేను ఆమె ప్రశ్నతో ఉలిక్కిపడ్డాను.“ఫ్రోబ్లెం ఏమిటి?” అని అడిగింది.పూకు లో కొంచెం మంటగా. ’ ‘Yes, I am Rose,’ I said. The man hands me a clipboard and a pen. ‘Please sign here and here,’ he says pointing to a couple of lines on the paper. So I sign my name and he hands me a small package and leaves. I shut the door and walk over and sit on a chair. I wasn’t expecting a package. I looked at it closer. No return address. It is wrapped in plain brown paper and addressed to ‘Miss Rose.’ This is odd. I tear off the paper to reveal a blue box with the name of the jewelry store I went to. But everyone at that table either had knowledge, or had seen or figured out something that had to do with pregnancy, and almost all of that knowledge was what police classify as “Guilty Knowledge”.John had impregnated his daughter and they both knew it. Bobby had impregnated his aunt, or at least had put a whole lot more sperm in her than her husband had, and they both knew that.Cindy knew that she had the knowledge of who had impregnated her sister, and that she hadn’t said anything about that. My breath caught in my throat as I fastened the luxuriousfragment into place. It sat taut against my nipped waist, atranslucent strip of sheer decadence. Cool, teasing fingersseemed to drift over my naked flesh as I started toyingwith the straps, stretching them down to mid-thigh, thenreleasing them with a satisfyingly loud snap! Moistening mylips, I sank into the depths of my fantasy. I could almostfeel my body change and melt beneath my gently probingpalms...Surfacing for air a few minutes.