They threatened me with Guantanamo where they've stashed all the supposed terrorists, I amused myself by asking if it was a Caribbean resort. They sai... I'd spend the rest of my life in prison, I told them they had to try me first and on what charges? We went up and down, round and round, and nobody got anywhere—not them and not me.I finally found out what had set them off. It was one of the senior interrogators, an older guy who'd seemed actually pretty reasonable in the context of my. Now coming to the story. i have one childhood friend name Neha. We were in same school and our friendship grew more as we got old together. Neha was very beautiful. All the boys had a crush on her. Her height is same as mine but her figure was hot. After we ended college she made a boyfriend named Fahad. He was a very charming and handsome guy. He was famous among girls and he used to do flirt with girls. Neha never objected it because its his habit and she trusted him a lot more than anything. He said yes with a big smile so she put on some music and did a pretty good strip dance starting at the bottom. I had never seen this and got pretty aroused. When she was fully naked she made him stand up and started taking his clothes off indicating to Maira to work on me. She stripped quickly then had fun getting me naked. There was no touching except as necessary for the task.When we were all in birthday suits, Jo served us fresh marguerites and we toasted “getting to know you”. We ate. She put her briefcase down and slipped off her coat and hung it up, offering him a smile as she did so then a look of concern. He went to her and she came into his arms as they hugged and kissed.“You look so tired,” she said, searching his face.“So do you,” he responded, noting that she was not her usual ebullient self.“Welcome home,” she said kissing him again. “It’s been so long.”“I’ve missed you,” he said into her hair.“We’ve a lot to talk about,” she said. “A lot has happened while you’ve.