The very next day of my sister’s remark I saw Niddhi standing in the queue alone and few minutes later she went in. I saw that this is my chance and...went to the latrines and waited for her. I didn’t have to wait too long. Soon Niddhi opened the door as she had finished her nature’s call . At that very moment I pushed her back into the latrine inside and closed her mouth to prevent her from shouting . Inside there she objected and asked me what was I upto .I boldly removed my night-shorts and. I fumed, thinking about how I would soon be dying for a cigarette while Miss Phillips would be off to office between periods, smoking one of those Benson & Hedges gold 100s she always had sticking out of the side pocket of her black leather hobo bag. Sure enough, by the time class bell rang, I was jonesing for a cigarette and fortunately was able to get my last piece of gum in my mouth in the hallway. I made it undetected for the rest of the day. As school ended I was craving a cigarette bad,. In an effort to be frugal, she'd gone rather Spartan with the decor. It looked more like a bachelor pad then the safe haven of a single woman. The only concession to the fact that she even HAD estrogen was a scattering of embroidered throw pillows she'd picked up in a consignment shop. Okay, so she wasn't Martha Stewart. She dumped her purse, keys and mail on the small bar that delineated the space between the kitchen and living area, hung her coat in the coat closet and proceeded to pour the. 3 Years Later, May 29th, 2003.Sarah Banks sat at her desk, her eyes were drifting back and forth between the clock on the far wall and the really attractive guys sitting across from her in the classroom. It had been a little over three years since she had worked with Special Agent Jack Anderson to bring down the Mafia family. Sarah was now in her second year of criminal law at the California State College. After working with the CIA Sarah had taken a year off school and laid low until the heat.