Her dangling foot had making circles in the air. It had begun. Her thighs squeezed as her legs moved. Or as we know it, her foot moves as she clenched...her thighs. The game continued with quick squeezes followed by short pauses. She was well practiced at it. But so was I at knowing. Her breathing was deep. Her chest was moving with every breath. The short pauses between squeezes were getting shorter and her foot was bouncing further.Only ten minutes remained to my flight. I was full of. Let's go over to herhouse. It's just down the street from mine." He took her hand again andthey headed down the side walk.They walked in comfortable silence, neither one really not knowing whatto say. So many things were going through her mind at the same time: herresearch, the break-in, Pat. Pat was the most confusing puzzle of themall. She had never felt this way about anyone. She just didn't havemuch confidence in the romance department. She had handled drunks,creeps and even a couple. Choot ek dum chikani or mooti thi. Hath rakhte hi bada sakoon mil raha tha . koi 3-4 min bad kala ne apna hath es tarhan mere land par rah diya jasse koi need main rakhta hai. Lekin main samjh gaya ki who bhi chudna chahti hai. Uske hath rakhne se meri himat badha gai or main eek ungli uski choot main dal di . ungli jate hi usne apne parron ko thoda saor choda kar diya . main samajh gaya ki rasta saf hai. Usne bhi loongi main hi mera land pakr liya.maine teen char bar ungli uski choot main. “I cant see a movie in this at all. What would it be about?” I asked.“About three hours, or maybe thirteen hours as a series,” she said with a smile.“Aside from the smart ass comments, what would you base it on?” I asked.“Why our search for your brother’s murderer,” she said. “We could get a ‘made for TV’ movie from that story if we are successful, if not a documentary. You know a do it yourself guide to a cold case investigation.”“It sounds interesting, but I’m going to be working on my.