“Whoa I’m not going to hurt you but I need your help. They’re after me.” She said raising her arms, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible... The man still looked at her and then turned his head to look in the direction of the dogs, looking again at Sandra No. 7 he eventually pocketed his knife and gestured for her to follow him into the building. The stairs were cratered and broken, the handrail was missing and water gushed from the ceiling but the pair managed to climb flight after. Spending my life digging through the garbage of other people lives. Endlessly telling people the bad news that they already knew. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter. I could half hear the person mumbling in what sounded like a female voice.“Bastard!” I heard clearly, followed by other, similar expletives. Definitely a female voice, I thought. Sounded young, too.Apparently the girl — for that’s who it was — obviously didn’t see my dark colored truck parked under an adjacent tree. She stomped right into the shelter and looked to be about to kick the table when she saw me sitting there.“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Where the hell did you come from?”“I’ve been here. Then he asked me to call anytime if I wanted anything as this is my first visit to Delhi and I’m quite new to this city.Then I was a bit tired and slept nicely. It was 2 in the afternoon, I woke up and came out of my room. There I noticed a girl wearing skirt well above her knees and in a loose t-shirt drying her clothes on the ropes hanging there. I saw her from back.Due to sweat in the hot sun, her skirt sticked properly to her ass and I can clearly see her ass crack and also I could guess.