”Yeh sun kar maine uski salwaar khinch kar utaardi aur uski choot ek dafa phir mere saamne aagayi. Maine usse bola ke tum aaraam se let jaao main tu...he ab maza karwaata hun. Maine apna muh uski choot ke kareeb kiya aur uski choot ko aahista kiss karne laga.Mujhe uski choot se gandi paseenay ki smell aarahi thi aur yeh soong kar main aur pagal ho raha tha. Phir main uski choot ko chaatne laga aur woh zor zor se apne jism ko hilaane lagi. Main uski choot chaat raha tha aur woh paglo ki tarha apni. After the cortege had passed we stood watching the TV and newspapers people buttonholing some of the families of the deceased."Bloody vultures," the tall bloke standing alongside me spat. "Why can't they leave the poor souls to their grief?" He pointed to a well-dressed man surrounded by microphones and TV cameras. "Now there's a bloke who really loves the limelight, when it suits him; the hypocritical shitehawk."The man being interviewed was vaguely familiar; maybe I had seen him on the telly.. She described the journey to the coast in Martin's van and the abduction and rape of Cindy Smith. She described Mustapha and his part as Captain Carruthers' agent and co-owner of the Scarlet Sombrero and other property in Mexico.She told of her surprise at the coincidence that Cindy Smith was Carruthers' fiancee and how she conducted the savage punishment of the two thieves and Martin. She told, briefly, of how she and Mary Anne had overheard Carruthers making arrangements to meet the James E. ’ I replied which was not exactly the truth because there were things I still didn’t understand. However, in terms of the instruction, it was clear enough. He smiled at me warmly, then turned around and left the room. I looked down at my work, but it was swimming in front of me. I was terribly excited, but it was sort of appalling. Filled with all kinds of questions and I was wondering how in earth I was going to be able to get successfully all the way through to 4pm without completely falling.