The visit to the hospital did not produce anything. Hungry and tired after a long flight and daylight slowly fading, Clara decided it was time to chec... in at the hotel and, after a warm shower, get something to eat. She wanted to get to bed early and take advantage of the next day in search of clues on the whereabouts of her sister. She tossed and turned, and was unable to fall asleep.Staring at the dark ceiling of her room, Clara tried to identify and mentally arrange the pieces of a puzzle. As he followed her from behind he was impressed by how she moved with such a lithe and confident grace. She led him into a living room and sat down at the end of a long sofa. She then indicated that he should sit across from her. The only chair there was a big overstuffed easy chair with a hassock in front, and he didn’t think that as the new houseboy it would seem right for him to settle back into the easy chair, so he sat on the edge of the hassock, facing her. She appeared to find that. But I am sure he is not the guy that Shreya was fucking from back. I remember his structure from the back. She is married to another person who is financially settled.Later a few months after her marriage, I logged out early from the office and reached home. I found Shreya slippers out, and I opened the door with the help of a key. Again, I heard her moans, and her bedroom room was opened. I was shocked that she was fucking with another guy in a missionary position.Her eyes were closed and. That is when I couldn’t breathe, and everything went dark. When I woke up, I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a sweat jacket. My right thigh was singing with pain. The left arm was useless, it hung limply by my side. I couldn’t see out of her right eye either. Some how, I made it across the campus to the student clinic. At the clinic on campus, they must have seen their fair share of date rape injuries. I gave over all of my clothing, I even gave a name of my attacker. David. The nurse.