Then Sumathi made her go on her knees and hands and ordered her to crawl around the room. The heavy boobs were dangling down, almost touching the floo... and were the source of more ridicule and laughter. After some time Sumathi told the girls that the show was over and they reluctantly left the room. Sumathi asked her to get dressed and get back to her room. As she was leaving, Sumathi told her that she will come and visit her that night after every one has gone to sleep. Poor girl; she was. He seemed like a big family man and I hesitated to even approach him. Then, out of the blue in the middle of some texting about school, he got a bit flirty. I returned with flirty and then he got very flirty and then suddenly said "I'm game. Are you?" After picking myself up off the floor, I said yes. Then things got hot. We texted all sorts of naughty things, fantasies, desires. We talked about all our kinks. We even talked on the phone one day but then nothing. For about two weeks I heard. I felt shaken by my response. I’d expected some kind of new-wave art, something so abstract I wouldn’t know if it was supposed to be good or not, much less care what it was supposed to represent. Even though I didn’t know the technical aspects of art, I could see that this somehow wasn’t like taking a picture and copying it to canvas. The background led the eyes toward the people, and the natural lines took the eye from object to object subtly. Not all the items in the background were done in. Rajeev’s phone continued to be switched off. We were up all night trying to reach him. We also spoke to our restaurant manager in Chennai. He said he saw Rajeev leaving precisely at 5 PM. In the morning, I called my friend, your ACP, and he told me to come and meet you. Please find my son.Rahul: Got any ransom call?Rakesh: You think my son has been kidnapped?Rahul: No, Sir, just asking a question. Don’t worry. We will do our best, Sir. Please give me your son’s mobile number, a recent picture.