I just wasn't sure if I could do this. I had always been a very conservative person. I was not one of those girls that dressed to thrill and liked to ...how off. I had never, before last night at least, had sex with multiple partners and I had certainly never posed for revealing photographs. Brian had tried on numerous occasions to get me to pose for some sexy pictures. He had desperately wanted one of me in a sexy pose to take with him to Iraq. In my mind though, I could just see him showing it. I was told by the police department detectives on the case, I'd been instrumental in saving a North High student from being killed, after she'd been assaulted and raped. They were profuse in their praise. I've not had much to do with Roger Parker, but I understand he's out on bail, having been charged with kidnap, rape, assault and conspiracy to commit murder. Keith Driscoll is still in jail, but hey, you know him a lot better than I do, because he's been in trouble as far back as I can. After Chintu’s birth, Shipra had gone from a very fashion-savvy and spiffily dressed young woman to the archetypal suburban mom. But recently, I noticed she was wearing skirts more often, with tank tops or blouses with a low neckline. She was back to dressing the way she used to 7 years ago when we met and started dating in Bombay. And I wondered if this sudden change had anything to do with her friendship with Jeff. Although I was glad of the occasional throwback to our initial days. Without breaking the kiss, Kelly rolled on top of me, her body molding deliciously into mine. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and held her tight, never wanting to let go. Unlike our earlier lovemaking, which could have raised the dead, we remained quiet now. The reaction of her body to mine replaced any need for words, foreplay or kinky games. Holding Kelly on top of me and kissing her deeply while my hands moved through her long curly hair and down over the smooth curve of her.