Now coming to the story, I used to work from home on a couple of days in a week. On one such day, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it was Anu...adha standing there looking tensed. She was wearing a loose pajama and kurta.I asked her what happened but she was so tense that she couldn’t speak. I asked her to come in and gave her some water. She then told that there was a siren sound in her house and it was not stopping. I understood that it was a fire alarm, so I asked her to wait at my. Professor Hackenbacker spoke in his rich baritone voice."I hear that there is an ancient fair held each year in a place called Little Sprodwell. This is a festivity which has roots going far back into the pagan and pre Celtic past of this country where each year is re-enacted an ancient pagan sacrifice of a young maiden as an appeasement of the fertility gods." Bollocks!" said Professor Potts-Johnson in his reedy and querulous tones. "And the full name of that one-horse arse hole of the. Let’s give them some relief themselves,” Heather said generously.“John, Jane, both of you, all fours, over there,” she said, pointing.Jess and I both did so.I heard rustling behind us as Heather went through the box of Party Favors. I tried to look over my shoulder but she shouted, “Eyes forward!” I quickly obeyed. “Brian, Sandy, here, take one each.”I heard her take up position behind me, and I saw Brian out of the corner of my eye take up position behind Jess.“Go ahead, you two, start playing. Having served in the Pakistani military for some years, there was not much Saim did not know about security. He revelled in the power he felt knowing how to kill anybody by just using his hands. Knowing which pressure point on the body would paralyse a man had come in handy over the years. The intelligence gathering and unarmed combat he had learnt was far from the slap and tickle techniques he was being shown today in the Physical Intervention course.The only thing he could not get to grips.