Are you sure?’ ‘Yeah, the twins are nineteen-year-old wannabe hoods. Anyone around here will tell you the twins are suspected drug-runners. Their ...ray wreck is really souped up, would out-run cop cars.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yeah the kids have boosted about that in the bar.’ ‘In the bar aged nineteen?’ ‘Yeah, that’s what criminals do, isn’t it? My guess is their parent’s house is stashed with drugs, booze and guns.’ ‘Then why haven’t your reported your suspicions?’ ‘What’s the use? The neighborhood. That is why you required my help.Manisha: Haha! Yes. But, there is more to it!Kapil: What else am I supposed to do?Manisha: You got to check my rack!Kapil: What? What did you just say?“Ohh, Kapil! Hahaha! How can you be so naive?!” she exclaimed, turning around for the first time since the tantalizing last few minutes. Revealing her irresistible upper body that was protected only by her padded plunge bra, .“What do you think, Kapil? Does it look good?!” she questioned me, cupping her breasts,. My research uncovered her position, but I didn't associate her with the woman I had seen at news conferences. She was hard to miss, a lovely red head with a voluptuous body who also revealed her intelligence by asking the most stimulating and provocative questions. But I never put two and two together. More than once she must have seen me being chummy with Sam or Sandy."You must be Joe," she said with her medium and intelligent tone. Her lean fingers held my hand in a soft, comfortable shake.. "Shit, I knew that was a stupid comment... David thought."Ah, well, Mrs Stone--" he said."Don't you approve, Mr Glanfield?" she interrupted.Mrs Stone sat up, feet flat on the floor, knees together as she examined her own chest.Her eyes came up again, finding David's stare and locking it with her own."Well, Mr Glanfield? I'm waiting." Mrs Stone, please, I--"The woman reclined once more, crossing her legs, her arm lying across the back of the sofa, resuming her casual pose.David noticed she made.