A birth date was added too. April 21st, 1864. She was 29 when she was murdered. Since her body was found in the morning of the 22nd chances were she w...s killed on her birthday. I listened to Lt. Gibson moan and complain about my disappearance for the next few hours until it was time to go home. My thoughts were just bouncing all over the place. I couldn’t even figure out what happened. Maybe it was all a dream. When I arrived at my apartment at 8 AM I was standing at the mail box reaching in. The bathroom was at the end of the hall.Mamta is two years older than me. we call her Mimi. I remember when we were younger we took baths together. I hated it when our parents made us stop, of course I didn’t know why at the time. For as long as I can remember she walked around the house in her panties and bra. I didn’t give it much thought until I started to get a hard-on. I also notice my dad watched her a lot. He too would get a bulge in his pants. Mom didn’t seem to mind or say anything. All of the sudden she was onceagain standing just ten feet away from Jerry. She then turned andlooked straight at Jerry saying, "Did you just talk back to me again?You know it is not nice to talk back to a Goddess. Ohhhh and you willbe punished for that."Jerry who only minutes ago had thought maybe he had come across apriceless treasure for himself was now thinking to himself that maybethis was the female version of the devil. "No," spoke this superseductress beautiful female nutcase dressed in. Cindy realized that she might be wrong when she felt the African immigrant unhooking the clasp of her bikini top. She resisted the urge to protest his presumption. However; she reasoned that it was really no big deal. Her husband had unhooked her bikini top so she could fully tan her back yesterday. The large hands applied sunscreen to not only Cindy's back but her exposed flanks. As she luxuriated in the sensual pleasure, she made the mistake of raising herself up on her elbows. The African.