Chapter – 2Me turning 19 was with lots of surprises and fun with amazing life changes. I am not a virgin anymore. The entire week after Uttamesh lef... to his hometown was dull. My normal college life began, but my new phone was my favorite time to pass with music and low camera quality pics. I love taking selfies on my phone.– Met Ashok – a married man became a friendDecember 2010: It was a normal day. I came back from college did all the regular stuff. Then evening I was waiting for my mother. ” A pretty blatant hint that, whatever rabbit hole she’d be going down, murder would be involved, lots of it.“I’ve killed before.” Scumbags that deserved it, but still.Again, the darkness laughed, and a mix of its alien voice and Southern accent filled the small catacomb.“That you have, little missy. I can see it on you, dripping off you, the color of murder, of a killer.” Another chuckle, but it was the words he used that sent a painful shiver up her spine. “That’s good. Takes a real predator. ??Very good Kitty. But they are not actually missing! They are there but you can’t see them. After my visit to the toilet this afternoon I didn’t wipe with paper and used my panties instead. Of coarse I can’t just put the soiled pantie back on or in my bag so I decided to keep the filth back there where it came from. I firmly planted my foot on the desk and obscenely opened my pelvis for the girl to see.I reached around my back and slowly pulled the tiny corner, of my silk white pantie, that I. "You know how to make Turkish coffee?" Nope. "Boil espresso-grind beans with a little sugar until it foams. Pull it off the heat, stir fast and do it again. Pull it off the heat, add two or three grains of salt, a perfume of honey and a light dusting of lime. Yes, lime! It's pervasive there in the wind and the drink wouldn't taste right to him without it."We served the coffee with the cheesecake course and glasses of ice-water with lemon. I think we were a hit. I had the lamb--it wasn't too.