“So what are you going to do?” said Harriet.“I’m going to call him. I may not be able to get through, but I’m going to try. He’s not in Ka...ul. He’s out somewhere in the countryside. He’s some colonel’s techie, is what he’s told me. At least I’ll be able to say that I did try if he doesn’t get the call,” said Abigail.“I guess that’s all you can do if you’re not inclined to wait till he returns,” said Harriet.“I can’t wait,” said Abigail. “Owen and I have done the deed. We’re committed. I love. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit…We were. She acknowledged this with a nod and continued. “No access to a real CITI has always been the best deterrent against spies and foreign agents.”She didn’t pause long enough for me to comment. “While a CITI can’t be faked as you know. A genuine one, however, could be issued to anyone with unrestricted access to a CITI machine.”“But I always thought, that even the theft of a machine would not be enough to create a citizen identification tag implant?”“And right you are.” She agreed, “You need the. For a better experience, kindly read the series.Coming to the story: I saw Sid making out with Sonali. I honked at the car, but Sid and Sonali were too busy with each other. Ratna was constantly laughing, looking at them. After a couple of dippers to his car, they realized we were watching them.Sid and Sonali came back to their senses. Sonali corrected her white top and her bra, whereas I received a text from Sid on WhatsApp.Sid: You cockblocker!Me: Ahh! Did I? You can fuck her upstairs. I.