Sajitha had a cubicle just outside my cabin.Sajitha was 32 when I joined this group. She didn’t appear sexy when she first introduced herself to me....I just looked her up and down and nodded. She is 5’4”, reasonably padded with flesh at the right places; not slim and not fat either. She was wheatish complexion and had high cheek bones. She was a Malayali by birth but had spent all her life in Mumbai and had been married for 10 years. I knew very little of her family. Not that I cared.She was a. They questioned her, while they waited for an ambulance.The family of Jen's now deceased husband wanted her charged with murder, because of her training. She thought this was again strange, as she never told them about her time in the Marines.The judge, in the end, ruled it self-defense. This was because several officers told that they saw Bart, gun in hand, run inside the apartment and heard several shots as soon as he entered. The testimony of the first officer to enter the apartment was that. Then, Martin put his arms around Ann. ‘I have to go down to the office for a little while,’ he said. ‘I have some paperwork to finish on a case we’re wrapping up. I really won’t be that long. Would you like to come along? I’ll take you out to lunch afterward.’ ‘I’d love to,’ Ann replied. Actually, she’d have gone with him just about anywhere. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight. As Martin drove toward his office, Ann reached over and laid her hand on his leg. She couldn’t believe how. To be honest, I briefly thought about Trisha and smiled at the thought. I wonder what Michelle would think if she knew I was fantasizing about our waitress. Their work uniforms were very modest, which made me wonder all the more about what she looked like without it. Even under her demure blouse it was apparent she had very nice breasts. Her knee length skirt and flat, comfortable shoes didn’t especially compliment her legs, but they had still looked very nice under her nylons. This is stupid!.