1dam pyar wal.A.Mei sab bhul chuki thi.Ke mera koi pati hai mei kisi ki patni huu.Mei xited hone lagi pani nikalnee.Laga oor.Fir vo smooch tuta.Or hum...laga hue.Or vo muje bathroom mei legaye.Or meri dress open krne ko kaha mei sharma rai thi.Or vo aaye or peche se zip kholi.Or meri dress utar gai.Mei apne ap ko chupa rai thi.Or vo bra pnaty dekhke bohot khush hogaye.Or vo apne hath mei cream or razor leke aaye.Or .Unhone panty utariii or hairs par cream lagane lage.Or dhire2 masage.Mera paani. I have particularly enjoyed doing it to black women, although I don’t know why. And probably the most memorable time was with a Nigerian woman who was staunchly religious, a bible-reading, devout Christian. After we had had sex a couple of times I asked her if there was anything we hadn’t done yet which she wanted to do, and she said no, how about you?“I want to lick your bum,” I said. I shied away from the word “arse” for fear of upsetting her delicate sensibilities, and chose bum at the last. She no longer remembered what outside felt like, what the sun looked like. Those words were foreign to her now. Day and night were terms that were distant memories. She knew light or darkness, no shades of dusk or tints of dawn. She couldn't think of what the wind was or how it felt against her skin. The only air she got was the stale air that was thinly circulated by fans. Trees, flowers, animals, those things were gone to her, gone like her innocence. Gone like her belief of heaven because. ‘Do these dates match?’ Jean-Marie checked the dates and nodded. ‘Yes, that was when they dated.’ Ramirez logged into the security footage and selected the video feed from the entrance. When he retrieved the time of the first access in the last couple of weeks they watched a woman come in who casually hid her face by fiddling with papers and a bag. ‘I think that’s supposed to look like Isabelle, but something’s off.’ Jean-Marie said. ‘These indoor cameras are a bit fuzzy during the darker.