She said, ok. I was dumbstruck.One day there was some official work at cuttack and so I called mousumi and said that I am leaving for cuttack this mor...ing and will stay at cuttack till evening and then she asked where I am going what work I do have etc etc. I informed that I got some official work for half an hour only and then I am free. She agreed and when we entered cuttack she insisted that I leave her at the bus stand and go for the work and when I am finished I can pick her up from the. May we come in?"'Somewhere or other I'd read or heard or something that you should never invite anyone involved in law enforcement into your quarters; it gave them license to look around. "I don't think so," I said firmly. "If you want to ask your questions, right here will do fine."Neither one liked it, but Brown just nodded. "Very well," he said. "You are Camilla St. John and Nicholas Volker?" We both nodded curtly. He turned to me. "Mr. Volker, you live at—" he gave my address."Yes." And you. She did a sort of double take. Curiosity was how I would describe her look. She clutched her jacket to her body and tried to shrink herself down."Easy there, miss. You've had a bad fall. Do you remember what happened?" I asked. "You were up there fighting the bear when we saw you. We came as quickly as we could to help. You fell just before I could kill the bear"."You and what others help kill big one?" she asked in an unsteady voice. Her voice had a lyrical ring to it, but it was a high tenor. Nothing inherently sexual, just fun.We’d head to the local gay bar. It’s the only gay bar in the entire city, so you’ll find even just bi-curious people, or even just straight people, there. I hear it’s great.The girls and I would find a table. One of the girls would get the first round of drinks. I don’t drink so often, but I probably would have a little one. We’d chit-chat for a while, make jokes, poke fun at some of the guys there. At some point, I imagine, a guy would come to our table and.