She'd been hot news since Kevin Elliot's arrest and had been the object of many articles and news bulletins. Her face was now well known which wasn't ...lways the best thing for a homicide detective."No comment," she growled for the fifteenth time since she started walking towards the yellow tape across the long parking lot. "Which part of those two words don't you people understand?" She stormed through the reporters, not stopping, 'accidentally' knocking a camera out of her face. She didn't. This was no game anymore. Panic rose in my throat. I knew I should run, but I felt a pull, a longing need to be wanted. It was as if our bodies disregarded what our minds knew in favor of what our flesh demanded. I couldn't bare to look him in the face and as my gaze traveled down his body, I was betrayed by my own instincts. His torso seemed to ripple as he moved and the sight of his muscles flexing under the tight covering of his flawless skin sent a tremble racing through me. Then, as my. It was the ultimate expression of my devotion. It was an intimacy shared only between two life partners. To me it encompassed my vows to love, honor, and cherish her for the rest of my life. That night I could feel my heart bursting with pride as well. I already felt like a father as I planted my seed in hopes it would grow. As it turned out, it would be almost three months before Kris went to the doctors. Before the age of cell phones the best way to contact someone on the road, like a. I started texting her on what’s app and days went until the fine day came. It was Friday and I had taken a leave from office as it was late last night working on something. I had a crazy thought and texted Neha. I asked that I am on leave and if she would like to play tennis today if she was interested. She didn’t reply in morning. I thought may be I lost my chance. At 4 she texted that she was busy with session and now free and asked if we can play in evening. I said yes. She told as it.