It takes more than 30 minutes from janakpuri to madhuban chowk. I was standing at the back of bus when I realized that someone was rubbing my hankerch...ef like it was a dick. I thought it was a thief n got relief that it was just a rumal in my pocket. But then I realized that person was not taking it out. He was just rubbing it. He was some middle aged jatt uncle with wide moustaches in kurta pajama. Mere dimag me ekdum se sari stories aane lagi n I began to get hard. I was facing forward n. I'm fuckin dying," he said, clutching at his blood soaked shirt. "I swear I don't know where they took her and-" "Then you're of no use to me."I shot him in the face. "The lead didn't pan out," I said into a whisper mic."He's not talking?" came the voice in my ear. "No." Is he likely to talk?" The man's brains slipped from the back of his shattered skull to fall to the floor with a wet plopping sound. "No," I replied, holstering the forty-five. Saskia Bumfelt was only moments from a body. I saw no lines underneath it. That meant that she more than likely wasn't wearing a bra. It was possible she was going commando as well, but it is very difficult to see a thong or G-string under anything at all. I guess figured out what I had in mind.She lifted her dress and my hands went right down to her lacking missing panties. All I saw was a small tuft of hair and a totally bald slit. If she wanted me to eat her, she'd have to get rid of that hair above her slit. I took a closer look at it. “Yeah, they are kind of big. And I seen pics of my grandmamas in bathing suits. My Grandmama Stevens, hers were like Mommy’s: kind of big. But my Grandmama Akron; hers were really big! Like, bigger than Ms. Fishbeck’s.”“That’s pretty big,” Paul admitted. “So yeah, when you grow up yours’ll be halfway between kind of big and really big.”Paula lightly pressed her fists to her bare chest and began walking around, moving her fists to simulate the bounce of hefty adult breasts. Her boyfriend laughed.