.Plz chor do …..Woh bola chorunga ni but chodunga meri jaan …….Or uske uper se hat gaya …….Woh pher door ki trf bhagne lagi …..Phir chacha...ne ushe bed pr fek dia …..Or khud k kpde utarne lage or nange ho gaye …..Or phr anjali ki trf gaya ….Or uske kpde utarne ki kosis krne lga ….Usne shots phne the …5 mint lage ushe anjali k kpde utarne me….Ab rum m woh dono nange the anjali bed k ek corne r m khadi thi nangi …Or uncle bed k niche …..Uncle bed pr gaye or ushe pkd lia or bed per gira dia or uske. “It’s private property.”“That would be the sure fire way to tell him something was going on, and we had something to hide.”“He’s going to figure that out the second he hears you speak,” she pointed out.“No, he won’t,” Zoe said from behind me.Both Jawarski and I turned to look at her.“One of the things I did, besides making the call hard to trace, was that I scrambled your voice.”“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said. “Good work!”“So what are you going to do?” Jawarski asked.“I guess Mom and I. Besides, she's given me a gift of sorts without realizing it."You go to Saul Creek High School?" I ask quietly."Yes." Her eyes touch mine, but then she quickly looks away as though embarrassed by this admission."When was the last time you spoke with Betty?" I'm careful not to raise my voice, or give any indication that her answer is important to me."I dunno," she shuffles her feet in the gravel, "maybe like a day before she left?"It's the answer I want, entrée to a world I had thought closed. Surely the others were wondering where they were. She was supposed to light the lamps before it got too dark but she couldn't even think of leaving, especially when Melissa brought her hands down and pushed Lystra’s hands aside. Melissa knew exactly what to do and started touching the lips of her crotch. Lystra felt silky-wet with the heat of Melissa’s rubbing.“Stop,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t touch me down there. What if someone comes?” “Down there?” Melissa laughed. “This is called your.