So you've satisfied your prurient curiosity, which is none of your damn business anyway, and can we move on to what's happening today, which is why I'... here?"My irate response got kissy sounds from Susan in my head and another set of raised eyebrows from Brodine."Sorry, Mr.— uh, Larry," he said. "I really wasn't trying to pry, I'm just trying to explore with you how freely we can talk." Pretty freely, unless there's something else," I said, easing back a little.One of the other guys cleared his. The Chief cleared what we're doing," and the Detective checked the recording equipment to be sure they were getting everything on tape.Her long blue-black hair swept around her tanned face splattered with a tease of freckles across her cheeks and the frilly collar of her white long-sleeved blouse peeked out above a tight blue and white plaid vest. The girl's full breasts pushing out at the fabric of her blouse were quite large and clearly noticeable through the vest. Her skirt was blue and. Not a pleasant component to be sure, but part and parcel of the act nonetheless.Then she felt the bony and iron-strong hand of Tatiana Turov descend on her bare bottom like a thunderbolt straight from the rage-clinched fist of an ancient god.The first and subsequent lightning strikes were in no way made more bearable by the softly whispered words of her tormentor."Little girl," Tattie murmured, "I've been working with these hands every day for more than twice as many years as you've been. One day during dinner my mother told my father that some old man has occupied the house near our house. It was empty all these days. My father told, “Yes, he is Karungan. He was arrested for selling ganja (marijuana) 20 years back. And yesterday only he got released from jail.”“He used to live with his family here. Due to his business and affairs with other women his wife left him. He is a cruel criminal. Be aware of him. By the way, if he talks to you guys, kindly reply to him. If he asks for.