Engineering ka student hu.Aap mujhe bataiye to.Kya hua aapke saat.” I told her consoling her. I kept my hand on her hand as I spoke to her. Her hand...was all cool as she felt all nervous.“Mai Leela! Aapke Hostel k owner ne mera…” and she started crying.I think I understood what had happened with her. I told her I’ll help her in any way possible. She gave me a mobile phone.“Ye aapkal Police Headquarter mei jaake Inspector Sharma koded ijiye. Iska camera ON rehegaya that aur sab record hogaya hai. I decided to call them all Annie, just as a joke, and to remind me why I was doing it. So when I gave them my card, I would write Annie 20, or 200, wherever I was in my research. I asked that if they contacted me, to use their number so I could look them up to put a face with the message. That's where the title came from." It took me fourteen months to finish the interviews, and six months more to collate the data into something manageable, and that was working twenty to thirty hours a. " You trust me?" he smiled."No! Nevertheless, we could have a little supper? You could warm up the bed?" You don't have an electric blanket?" Yes, but this way will be much more fun," she sniggered."Hello you two!" came a loud voice. It was Fiona, the legal specialist. "Mind if I take this seat?" She sat before they could give an answer. "I'm Fiona, you're Bradley. aren't you?" He nodded. "Been dying to meet you since Rebecca let the cat out of the bag!"Fiona was a professional looking woman in. That naked body had also closed the door for him. That naked body was pressed back against the door and was looking at Stephen with big, nervous eyes. That naked body before Stephen Bartell was none other than the lovely, sixteen year old Chloe Trent!Stephen stood frozen. His body was already dripping water from the shower. His big cock was hidden behind a huge pile of foam that was already starting to plop down onto the floor in small single dollops.“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?”.