I stopped at a terminal restaurant, got my food, and found a small table. Just as I was about to start eating, who walked in? Yes, the Indian princess... She got in the serving line and collected her food. Not one to pass up a few more minutes with this 5'4" ~125# beauty, I approached her. Since she was alone, I invited her to sit with me. She was slightly apprehensive, but accepted nonetheless. We had a great meal together (not the food, but the company and conversation).When it was time to. ”“I think I should go home and change first, though.”She nodded her agreement and after a few seconds of looking thoughtful, she added, “Perhaps while we’re there it might be worthwhile packing up some of your clothes to leave here.” I gave her a wide-eyed look and she shrugged. “It’d be easier than having to go home to get changed all the time. Plus, you can stay over on weeknights too.”I didn’t even bother trying to argue, there was no point.Just under an hour later, I stepped into my bedroom. . I love it!" Dee beamed and winked at me before we both burst out laughing."I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for you..." I said awkwardly as I reached her."You can do everything you want to me tonight, Ali... if you want to..." she said in a teasing, lingering tone and bit her lower lip seductively."Mmm... Sounds perfect! Call me then." I said before reaching behind her with an arm and pulling her close to me. I crushed her against me and slid my hand low to her round and curvy butt cheeks. I. On the other hand, the police failed to discover her accomplice or accomplices, or the man with the ebony walking-stick and the tortoise-shell glasses whom the waiter at the Cafe du Pont-Neuf had described to Mazeroux and who seemed to have played a singularly suspicious part. In short, there was not a ray of light thrown upon the subject.Equally vain was all search for the traces of Victor, the Roussel sister's first cousin, who would have inherited the Mornington bequest in the absence of any.