“A shell game,” Helena said to herself as she lit a cigarette and looked the photos over. Just like with the trunk. Presumably, Julie would period...cally slip into a bathroom, trade outfits with one of the two women, give them the wig and put on the black one, and then Claire or Brenda would take Julie’s place on Troy’s arm while Julie ducked out and did ... what? Julie had been loose in her city, able to do what they do freely, while Troy and the other women kept the police, and by extension,. “Sara, Sweetie. Hi. What’s up?” It was Francesca. She was inviting me in as I explained what I was doing there. There was a briefcase and travel bag at the door. “Honey, Sara’s here,” she shouted up the stairs, “she forgot her books this afternoon.” She turned to me and said, “Sweetie you look pooped. Would you like some water, or a glass of juice?” The longer I could stay the better so I accepted her offer. “I’m just having a cup of tea before I head off to the airport. I have a meeting first. I asked can I see your face she no let your sister come first k waited till sister come Arti didi come and lock the doorI : who is sheArti didi : its my friend and your giftI : no didi I want PreetiArti didi : kI : what kArti didi to that girl : please come outsideshe came just remove your mass she slowly removed her mass and it was my younger sister Preeti I was shocked and happy (Description of Preeti : her age is 18 and very sexy she never loose virginity with any one no bf simple Indian. Just as I was dozing off again I heard a soft knock on my door. ‘Lily?’ He called softly. ‘I’m awake.’ I called back. ‘Come in, Marty.’ He poked his head through the open door. ‘Sorry, I . . . never mind. Go back to sleep.’ He started to close the door again. ‘Don’t be silly. Please, come in.’ I sat up in bed and started to get up. He started to protest, but pushed the door open wider. ‘No. You need your rest. I’m alright.’ There was enough light coming from my bedroom window to see that he was.