” I paused again to collect my thoughts. “Sometimes it got to be too much, though. I felt like I was under constant surveillance, so there were ti...es when I wanted more freedom.”“Is that why you moved to Las Vegas to go to college, to get more freedom?”“Yes,” I said softly, pausing for a moment to reflect again. “My mother is very controlling; we argue almost constantly and we aren’t very close. She wasn’t happy that I moved to Las Vegas.”I hesitated again to collect my thoughts and then. Aur oski shirt ostar di. Osne bra paheni hoe thi par oske nipple itne hard ho gae the ki oske bra main se bahar dikh rahe the. Maine apni T-shirt otari aur oske opar chad gaya. Mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha aur maine oski bra kholi aur oske naram naram doodh ke opar toot pada. Bahut hi tasty thi oske doodh. Ek hath se ek doodh ko masal ta aur dosra doodh choosta. Essi doran vo osne meri pant otar di. Aab main pura nanga tha aur vo skirt mein thi. Maine osse apne lund ko pakadh ke choosne ko. We had a secluded private place on the beach. I remember watching Niya standing on the beach looking out on the ocean. Her dyed hair reflects from the sun. The sun kissing her brown skin. She stood there naked, just watching the ocean she’s so gorgeous. Well what to say about the honeymoon. We fucked a lot. We made love even more. After we returned to the plantation we got back to making the time line. Kept searching and cataloging. Niya’s dream was to write a book about all of our families. ..."As I emerged from my doctor's office I noticed two things. One of which was that it had started raining. The second was the my heap had, like disappeared. "Next time maybe you'll pay me the money, huh?" said the kid. "Yeah, sure," I said. "NEXT time." and hoisting my bag over my shoulder I began walking down Fleishman Street towards Carson where I knew I would find a pay phone. It began to rain harder."CASSANDRA MORRISON INVESTIGATIONS---NO CASE TOO SMALL---NO FEE TOO LARGE!" my secretary.