To anybody else, she would have looked just like the rest of the girls walking in. I mean, she was definitely attractive – she had a great body and ... pretty face to go with it. But there was something that drew me in and blurred out everyone else in the room. There was something in the way she carried herself, subconsciously swaying her hips as she walked in. I was drawn to her curvy hourglass figure, with her D cup breasts slightly visible through the cleavage in her button up flannel and her. "God!" I said, trying to make my heart stop pounding and catch my breath. "Officer Sharker! I thought you were some asshole tryin' to roll me!"He laughed that humorless, icy laugh of his, and then he said, "Call me Sharky, kid. Everybody does."He started walking me, by the arm, away from the trailers and over to the big electrical truck. I could hear my heart pound and our feet whooshing on the dewy grass as we went."What's going on?" I asked him, feeling uneasy about the way he was acting. See the edited and extended new version of chapter 6. (written in UK-English spelling by a near native speaker. First draft edited by LJUS from the USA) –***– Sheikh Fouad felt as if he was walking in a dream. She had looked up at him her blue eyes flooded with tears, all her defenses gone, and just like all those months ago in a reflex he had reached out to comfort her. To let her pain go away. The packed audience room was full with people cheering. Her cold hand resting in his. His. Last week this incident happened it was my birth day,there was a surprise gift waiting for me,as soon as i came home,mom asked “ramesh are u tired shal i give u some oil massage”.i said its ok mom i am not all that tired.she came with a cup of tea.she sat next to me,and said” dont lie to ur mom i know u r tired dear ‘ i shall heat water for ur bath after massage,ok”.i changed my dress went for massage,mom was waiting with warm oil,she gave a good massage,i said”mom only one more thing needs.