..”“I searched for you,” Yulia says, hope rising in her voice. She wants to take a step forward and just grab the girl up into her arms and show...r her with kisses. “I never gave up.”“But you did,” Sabina contradicts. “You found a new purpose, a new focus, a new obsession.”“I ... I got caught up...” Yulia truly doesn’t know what to say about the accusation. It is true, yet she doesn’t understand herself why it happened that way.“It’s not your fault,” Sabina quickly says. “Erlos has that effect. This makes no sense. Who would want to kill Sergeant Reaper? Aside from the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, I mean?”It was Delahoye that answered. “We are not making this up. As part of the surveillance system, we have had a certain mosque in Minneapolis under investigation. A young Somali-American FBI agent was assigned to infiltrate the mosque. He grew up in Minnesota and was a Muslim. He was as fine a young agent as any we’ve ever had.”“He was as fine?” I said.“Mahmud Hassan, that was his name,. Sarah McKinning was terrified, she came from Islington just a few months ago, and already she had killed a man with her old English car. ‘Oh shit, oh bloody Christ! I just killed the bloke… what if he isn’t dead! Oh I have to put him in the car and get him to the Doctors!’ She yelled, getting out of her car and dragging the dreadfully heavy man into the back seat, falling on top of him, and smelling his clean black hair, noticing it was long and in a pony tail, getting off of him she got behind. Maine bola, “Chachi thoda aram se.” Toh woh boli, “Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha mujhse yeh sukh control nahi ho raha. Unhone fir bedsheet muh mein daal li aur boli, “Lo ab zyada awaz nahi hogi bas tum isi tarah meri is choot ko pelo ruko mat.”Main bina ruke tabadtod unki choot mein apna lund pel raha tha. Itna magn tha main chudai mein mujhse control hi nahi hua aur jhat se sara maal chachi ki choot mein hi chod diya. Kasam se main bata nahi sakta unki choot mein sara maal chodkar jo maza mila.