Even if it is about the money, she doesn't know how much we're dealing with or who did it. By the way, I want you to seriously reconsider turning that...money in." Why?" Because I get the impression it's a rather large amount and it's likely to generate interest you don't want. Even as an anonymous transfer it's going to light up the board if you know what I mean. Besides, if anything like Washington happens again you may need it to disappear. Trust me; starting a new life isn't cheap, and you. She appreciated the content. I thanked her in the reply. She then asked me if I could provide services in Noida for her friend and I agreed to meet her. We met along with her friend which went amazing for her but this story is for another time.I and Divya became friends and started chatting. I got to know that she was married, works as a teacher in a college and her husband was in the merchant navy.One day she called and asked for my services. I said, “Sure, but why do you need it? You seem. I still didn't know her second name, her job or where she was from, but that didn't matter I was in heaven.What followed was a whirlwind romance, but on her terms. We would have sex when she wanted, we would only see her friends and often she would ask me round just to spend the night pampering her from head-to-toe. She played the game perfectly and I just lusted after her more and more. 6 months into our relationship she decided we would get married, the next day, this wasn't enough time for. The second she could no longer see the car her face dropped into asorrowful yet angry expression; she rolled her eyes and shut the frontdoor."Misses Smith," she scoffed.She looked down the silent hallway of her home and gave a weary sigh. Shewalked back into the kitchen and sat at the table staring into a trance.It was over five minutes before she broke away from her stare. She shookher head and blinked several times. The watery moisture in her eyesburned as water squeezed out from between her.