.. !"He had to relent when he saw the sorrow in her eyes. "That doesn't mean I'm definitely going to leave. It's only a possibility that I'll have to ...hink about if it comes up."Before they could pursue the matter any farther, he began asking about news of the neighborhood and some of the people he had met who lived around there. Dana supplied most of the answers, with Nancy making only a comment or two. When they were through, Ken opened another beer and went into the living room to read some. The police were still looking for the culprit. They'd been interviewing the usual suspects but without result. Renault and Rick had left shortly afterwards. Ferrari had his own idea as to who was responsible. The rumour was that Renault and Rick had gone to Brazzaville. It looked like the rumours were right."A pleasure to meet you, Louis," Freddie said. "Señor Ferrari sends his regards. He hopes you will stay away a little longer — the roulette wheel is doing better in your absence." Renault. First of all, thanks for liking my previous stories. Now coming back to the story.The heroine of my story is my office colleague Pooja. She has a brown complexion, with beautiful eyes, just like any Bengali girl. However, she is not a Bengali. She is quite a hot girl, and many people in our office have a crush on her. Luckily, we became friends as we both had our training together, and then we got the same project. We are in the same room, and our cubicles are in such a position that we face. Breakfast at the Grill Room made it official: this was a pretty soft camping trip. Back at our campsite we grabbed what we thought we'd need for a half-day hike, part of it wading in the freezing water of the North Fork of the Virgin River. We had waterproof bags for our cameras and other stuff that needed to stay dry.We were alone that morning at the end of the trail to the Narrows where the wet part of the hike begins. It was midmorning, getting hotter by the minute, and we were dripping with.