I did some compression over the spine to warm up my hands then pulled back the sheet and blanket. I tucked the sheet low around his hips and slid my h...nds up from his hips to the back of his neck in a very slow fluid movement. I pumped some oil in to my hands and warmed it between my fingers. I took my time spreading the oil over his body, noticing his broad shoulders and narrow hips. I snapped back to professional therapist mode, chiding myself. But I couldn't seem to keep my mind from. She blamed herself for the death. InEmily's mind she could see that Laura's sister was much younger, onlyeleven. Both of them had been physically and sexually abused by theirstep-father, acts that their mother refused to see or believe he wascapable of. In the end, though, he'd gone to far in his beatings andLaura's sister paid the price. Laura had escaped years ago, turning toprostitution to make ends meet. In recent years she'd broken away fromthe lifestyle. She was stripping now and. The stage for the big day was set.I called her and asked her to come out . She came to meet me in the local park with her friend vaishnavi[ one hell of a woman she was, perfect curves…better than ankita] . I directly asked her to come to my house as my parents went way to the temple which was really far away from town. First she refused to come as she was too scared that we would be caught. But I persuaded her to come, at last she gave me a weird choice to choose.. She told me that I was. ” Richard’s voice dropped from the volume of a near-by nuclear explosion to that of a mouse's fart. “So where do you think you, a car mechanic, should be?” “Out front.” Richard didn’t say another word. He didn’t move. Bob moved: he moved as though an invisible express train had hit him in the back and propelled him into the safety of the inspection pit. I imagined him turning round with his eyes peeping above the parapet, waiting for the bullets to fly. Richard turned to me, still.