The giant 'For Sale' sign in their front yard taunted me. I was never going to see Camryn again. Never. Her fucking father was going to kill our baby....When Corey woke up, I would never be able to greet her, hug her, hold her. If she woke up.The only thing keeping me sane was my own parents. They knew me, they understood what I was going through; I think. They brought my meals to my room. They let me be alone. They didn't try mind fucking me, treating me like I was a psycho child who needed to. In Mumbai, the work pressure was so much that I had to work weekends as well, which hardly left any time to even think about sex. The only sex I got was a quick desperate shag every day before I fell asleep. I was looking forward to the end of my assignment so that I ould visit my loving aunt Vimal in bangalore on my way back, to make up for all the draught of these three months. Bindu was a gorgeous 35 year-old woman, who lived in the adjoining flat. She was a rich socialite, with interest in. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at me sitting on my low set bed, I inhale and take in the sweet mixture of that familiar scent of you…the one that includes a hint of earlier self pleasure…perhaps on the car ride over…perhaps standing at my doorway. With a brusque shove, she pushed open her bedding and jumped to the floor."It's unfair... ! I'm going to call Dad..."Making sure she was 'properly attired' in shorts and tee shirt (she didn't want to get into any more trouble than she would be for roaming after hours), she snuck out the cabin and headed for the pay-phone at the admin building. Five minutes later, she was back, crying openly.Between sobs, she explained that Hartwell's people had padlocked the phone. On hearing this, Karen was.