Finally after a year hamare relation me sex k sivay sab kuchh tha. Wo sex k liye manaa karti thi.Muze kisi bhi tarah usse sex karna tha. Uski favorite...position meri god me beth kar aankh bandh karke muze lip kiss krna thi. Ek baar to usne itna kiss kiya k mere lip se blood niklne laga.Now the main story… Me or payal ek baar mere ghar koi nahi tha. Hammesha ki tarah wo aayi. Hamne kiss kiya.Uske baad mene usko tight hug kiya. Or uske ear lobs or gardan pe kiss krna start kar diya.Wo machalne. "What is this?" she asked.Ed looked at her, "This is about all that I know about George Bynum, you and the murder. If I am to help you, you have to tell me everything that you can remember from the night you were drugged until last night. Do you feel well enough to answer a lot of questions?"Betty nodded her head and started. "As I told you George asked me to a party Horizon was having and he gave me a drink. I don't remember anything until I woke up the next morning next to him in a motel. "Read this," your surly, old school Ben Bradlee-like editor says, dropping a Time Magazine into your lap. You look at him confused."Look at page 39"You flip to that page and see an article outlining the "hook up culture" of today's high school and college students. Male or female, everybody's getting down. And they're using the technology of the day (texting, myspace, etc.) to get theirs. But you don't make the connection."What?" you shrug."This is probably going on in our town. At our schools.. "Take a bite of fruit."Boot... fruit... boot... All Daniella could seem to see was the bowl of fruit salad. She reached up with her fingers... "Use your fork, Babi," Mistress said.She picked up the fork, seeing the length of shiny metal more than recognizing it as an eating utensil. Then she jabbed a peach slice, put it in her mouth, began to chew. Swallowed. So cool. So sweet.Fruit... boot... fruit... boot... Mistress was sitting. Her boots were down on the floor. Daniella set down the fork,.