His voice, when he spoke, was casual—but somehow intimate, as if the two of them had had many conversations before. ?I see you’re an Ann...Rice fan,? he said, glancing briefly at the shelf behind her. Marie’s sense of panic ratcheted up a notch. Had she put the book all the way back onto the shelf? Had he seen? ??And not an ordinary Ann Rice fan, either,? he continued, reaching over her head and plucking The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty from its place. . The detective is in here." He turned and led us to the rooms where I had talked to the FBI agents not very long ago.There were two detectives and three uniformed police in the room. One of the detectives and two of the uniforms left after I was escorted in. Whisper waited outside the room.The detective that remained was a couple of inches shorter than me. His hair and eyes were dark, and I could tell he was sharp. He didn't look more than thirty five, but I could have been wrong. He had on a. Aur me bhi unki taraf dekh ke has ne laga. Aur sath hi sath lund pe se hath ferne laga. Wo bhi thoda garam ho gayi thi. Then thodi der baad barish rook gayi. Aur bhabhi unke ghr chali gayi. Then kuch din aisehi chale gaye. Aur sunday ko fir se humari mulakat hui market me.Tab bhabhi sabji kharidne ke liye market ayi thi. Main bhi unhe hi krne unke sath market me unke sath sath ghum raha tha. Market me bhid bahut rahti hai. Unke karn me unko sat sat ke chal raha tha. Wo bhi maje le rahi. Why don't we play some albums, mom's old music and we can slow dance and kiss all night" I grinned, "I would love that baby" and we kissed slow and sweet.Kirsten took my hand and lead me to the living room, she put an album on and a stack of albums on the spindle, the record player would play record after record. When the music started Sis came up to me sheepishly and with a shy smile, I pulled her tight and she laughed, her arms went around my neck tight, our mouths welded together and my.