Who said anything about fucking? I’m straight. A bit unnerved from the encounter, Patrick descended into the subway station. The subway trip passed ...uickly. Soon he was at the 14th Street entrance to the High Line. Patrick walked through the elevated park and admired the greenery. The city had done a great job turning those abandoned tracks into a lush landscape. The trees and shrubs calmed his nerves. Patrick climbed down the stairs at 20th Street to the side walk and meandered his way. I don’t want this to end but I can sense her frustration – in the way she turns her head repeatedly to the sounds she makes. All I can hear is her voice as I allow her to get off. My eyes are closed but I can tell she is thrashing around a lot and I hold her tighter so we don’t inadvertently lose contact. When she’s done she becomes still and I give her some time to come down. I’m completely overwhelmed and tell myself to breathe. Relax. I move to the side so we are parallel like stair steps. “But they didn’t obstruct justice,” I told him. “They preserved the data in those servers and left behind a watchdog program to tell them who accessed the data so they could continue to follow the investigation.”“I hadn’t told you that,” he pointed out to me. “So you know who the hacker is.”“I didn’t say that,” I argued. “I was sent a copy of the footage and the login of the person that deliberately erased YOUR copy. So in effect, the hacker has handed you a criminal case on a silver platter,. She loves me a lot as her own son I thought that because of my parent’s death. Yes, they died in an accident, I and my twin sister living in our family house we are a middle class family so we manage can manage for living. Everyone in the village used to show sympathy but I hate that feeling but sumathi treat me like her own son she used to scold me and advise me.My parents died when I was 18. I and my sis sleep in different room, I use to sleep in the room which is near to my aunties bedroom,.