I walked to the guitar case I set down before entering the apartment. I hadn't needed it inside, but the woman in the hallway called a different song....You know her?" More a challenge than a question, I ignored it to bend down and open the case. The woman's heels clipped against the tile as she walked by."She doesn't want to talk to you," I said touching the guitar strings."I don't care what she wants!" That's part of the problem. Regardless, I don't want you to talk to her." I don't give a fuck. And it will go well with the mushroom risotto I saw on the daily chef’s menu.”“Exactly why he put it there sir. Would you like to taste it?”“Absolutely.” In a few moments, she brought a dash of it in two glasses. I lightly swirled the glass and tested it. “Refreshing, light. Very good. It definitely improves with air though.”She smiled. “You have a good palate. I will make sure to decant your glasses myself.”“You are very kind.”“It is my pleasure. Should I get the bottle ready?” I said yes and. It wouldn't help their plans if the girl was allowed to escape before they could get their hands on the money. In fact, his plans included the "accidental" escape of the girl right after the money was safe in their possession. He had made certain she could not see anything other than the small room of her detention and the bathroom at the end of the hall. Neither of which had any special features than those found in millions of similar homes across the entire country.Now it was time to send in. Here is my 1st incident with my private tutor. My vital statistics 35 28 34.My tutor name rakib, student of Dhaka university & teach me mathematics. He is very much well built & tall figure. Age 24. I always wait for him to come. I enjoy the moment he comes to my home. He has also little attraction to me. I also feel happy at his presence. Besides reading we discuss many thing. We became as like friend. One day he asked me about reading story. I tell him about my interest. Then he told me if I.