So were her bruises. It looked as though someone had hit or kicked her directly on her pudendum. As I covered her, I felt that sense of helpless rage ...gain. Someone was going to pay for treating my girl this way.I turned on the intercom so that I could monitor what was happening with Stacie and headed for the kitchen. I was making coffee when I realized that I'd though of Stacie as "my" girl. Well, who had a better right? I'd given her care and refuge, which is a lot more than those assholes. Usne juz mere taraf dekha aur kuch ni kaha mujhe bohat he gussa aaya uska attitude dekh kar.. Jab wo wapas aaya toh mene socha tha use sunaungi khoob par wo do bottle laaya tha ek khud k liye aur mere liyeMene bottle lete hue thanks kaha aur paise diye usne chupchap paise liyebaur baith gayaMujhe kuch samajh ni aaraha thaMene us k bed k pass gayi aur pucha kya me waha baith sakti huUs ne juz thoda side ho kar jagah bana di mene dekha ye sab last seat se ek aunty aur uncle dekh rahe h parde k. I gave him Ian and George’s contact information since they had witnessed a few incidents, and Nick extracted a promise from him that he would be following up on it, pointedly writing down his name and badge number. In the cab on the way home, I texted Ian to let him know he might be getting a call from the officer. Nick stopped to speak to George while I waited in the lobby. We were otherwise silent until we got inside his apartment. ‘I’m so sorry I reacted that way – when -‘ I told Nick. She was in her late thirties, had short blond hair, blue eyes, a nice face and wide smiling mouth, with a peaches complexion. While she was short in stature she was strong in build. Large breasts filled out her blouses. Her backside hanging out of her brief shorts and legs always looked great to me.Work in her flat, or in the laundry at the rear of the block, always brought us into close contact. I saw different glimpses of her in both locations. Going in and out of her flat I had occasional.