Anyway again my parents discussed among themselves and then asked me if I can stay back at hotel alone. I was scared to stay alone as I had never done...so till then. I started crying and then they decided to take me along.We reached the place by half past seven. The driver took us inside a dimly lit place wherein already many men, women, girls and boys were seated in a circle around a rotating stage. I thought similar show may be there and by then as I had seen two earlier did not feel. Charles and his mom took out their bags and then went inside the house.Charles's grandparents lived in a two-storey house. The house was even much bigger than their house in Manchester. It was a house that stood by itself on top of some small green hill. There were trees on either side of the house and even some behind it. Once inside Charles could make out what the house was like. On the lower floor were the lounge, a large kitchen with a dining table in it and a large bathroom. On the upper. ”“I really should be with you working on finding Qasim before he kills anyone else, instead of answering a bunch of pointless questions.”“No, you need to help the Senator. We have enough people following up on leads, one more won’t matter.”“If there are already enough people, why are you going?”“Because I’m a perfectionist. Let’s be serious though, you hate this part of the work. Until we get more, there isn’t much for you to do unless some epiphany comes across. I’ll make sure we get the leads. ‘Your smile just lights up your face… it’s mesmerizing…’ he gazed at me. He lowered his face to mine, and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss. I could feel the excitement rising in me immediately, the sensation of his warm full lips engulfing mine was almost too much to bear. He held me tightly, running his hands up my shirt, his rough fingertips sliding over my damp skin. ‘Your kisses are addictive…’ he breathed between kisses. I blushed, bowing my head as he looked at me. ‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ he.