She and I were pretty much inseparable.Every minute of her free time was spent playing with me. She would talk to me about any and everything, all her...hopes and fears, her dreams and ambitions. What she had for lunch, she would talk about her favourite TV shows.What she did in school, the friends she made or lost. She would always cuddle me tight each and every night in her bed.No matter how old she got, she always kept me around.Always hugged me tight and talked to me. It was like part of her. Usko bol de ki nisha friendship karna chahti hai… Reena-chalo…Mere hubby se milwa deti hun…Tum bas zara se boob dikha dena…Ok..Pyar se baat karna… Nisha-yaar tera hubby to bahut energy se karta hai..Dekh kar yaar maza aa gaya. Reena-tum ko kaise pata? Nisha-yaar aaj maine sab dekha..Room mein jab tum dono lage huye the na…Mujhe aaye huye to kareeb 1 ghante se jyada ho gaya…Bahut maze se karte hain…Tum bhi khoob maza leti ho…Mast figure hai tumhara… Reena-ohhh…Thanks…To door bell tum ne bjai thi. ?Betsy grinned. ?No one?s going to comment,? she said. ?I?ve seen worse.?Jean opened one eye. ?Really??Betsy grinned. ?You should see Hank?s after he?s had a wet night. Damn. Almostmakes me want to jump his bones just to see if I could handle all that.? Shegrinned. ?Especially up the ass.?Jean shuddered. ?I?ll stick with Scott, thank you. I can?t imagine anythingbigger in mine.?Betsy grinned at the ceiling. ?You?d be surprised. I can get my whole handin Warren?s. He yells like crazy while I do. He had only said that he didn’t want the death traced back to him. With suspicion clouding my thoughts, I checked out Marcus. His whole name was Marcus Sandoval, Jr., son of the crime boss Jonathan worked for. He was brilliant, he had started his company and amassed millions without help from his father, but also without denying the family connection. Most within the organization thought that he would take over for his father when the time was right no matter how much he denied being involved.