" Death certificate?" gasped Jarvis. "She's just a walking corpse? A dead body? A zombie?" No," the clerk said dryly. "She's not a zombie at all. Her ...ody is very much alive. Heart beating, blood flowing, and all that. Walking on her own muscle power. But she's been declared legally dead. Otherwise, she couldn't be sold as property." I see," said Jarvis as he read her death certificate."Yup! And these are her court records," said the clerk as he slid more papers in front of Jarvis."What sort of. Of course they wanted us as we are the less clothes the better.We arrived at there house around 4 PM after we went back to our room to get cleaned to make sure everything was clean shaved and ready for anything ha ha ha.They didn't disappoint on the dinner,lobster tails,shrimp,steaks.There was a hot tub on the deck and that was were we all wound up after eating.It was pretty crowded in the hot tub and the guys had us separated between them.One guy was paying a lot of attention to Betsy and the. I started to drop Dipali every alternate day from then on (I had to go to the office only 3 times a week as my workplace was following a hybrid model of work from home). Sometimes I even used to pick her up in the evening at the same point if our timings matched.This went on for around 4-5 months. Travelling together so often, we started knowing about each other quite well. We also talked about our relationship and I learnt that she did have a boyfriend and I was single. It was not a surprise. I could anticipate that “ye ladki ki to gayee”. Even I was sure that on next Sunday she will get the brutal fuck of my papa, but it was beyond my imagination that it will happen in my presence.My didi was pregnant and to look after her in her crisis period there was none at Mumbai. Neither papa nor I were free due to yoga classes as well as my studies. So finally mama went to didi and she had to stay there for about six months. In absence of mama I became heavily busy. But I had to manage.