God, this is depressing…’ John rushed out and held her as she started to collapse, his arms wrapping around her body as he helped her move to the ...nly place to sit, the bed. While he was worried about Catherine, part of his mind was wondering why fate always seemed to tease him. His arms gently held her, his mind admiring her trim waist and beautiful body as he tried to come up with words to reassure this damsel in distress that all would be okay. ‘Shhhh, Catherine, it’s okay, my lady… no one. All it took was for Tim to go to the front door and they vanished like smoke in the wind."Ah hell mum, I'll get my ears pounded about the good old days and how bad the young are now, must I?" Tim complained but got to his feet anyway. Tim knew there was no point in argueing with his mother once she made her mind up, but it was a ritual."She may want you to run to the shops for her, or something. Go on you know she likes to see you at least once on your leave." Susan said smiling up at her huge. " When a detective spends a lot of time on a case," he said, "Say, a serial killer, he starts 'getting a feel' for the criminal's modus operandi, then starts understanding the way he thinks, what he likes, and so on. Very often, the criminal will see the detective on the TV news, or see him quoted in the newspaper, and start getting a very similar 'feel' for the detective. It turns into a cat-and-mouse game between them, with each of them knowing and understanding what the other is thinking.". Mala he jeva mi aaichya mage gelo aani maza haat chukun tichya kulyala laagla tyaveli samajla. saadi aarthatach bembichya khali hoti. tine saadi nauvari na nesta nehmi sarkhich nesli hoti aaine aaj magchya vel sarkha kesancha chapun chopun gol aambada bandhala hota. kesancha bhang nehami sarkha madhunach hota. kanat gol ringa hotya aani haatat sonyachya bangadyan barobar kachechya hirvya bangadya pan hotya.Kapalavar jara mota gol kunku. galyat manebhovti asnar lahan, don shimpalyancha mangal.