Enough of those people were willing to talk, and it didn’t take long for reporters to put it together, especially with the news from the attack on A...berville that was still fresh in people’s minds. One reporter, and then several, made enough connections that they knew in general terms what had happened. The FBI had been forced to put out a statement. They were still vague, and Qasim’s name had stayed out of it for the time being, but they had to give the press something.They’d decided to give. “Heya there, squirt!” boomed Raj, a broad smile on his face. Crouching down he easily lifted both kids into his arms. They giggled as he stood back up, carrying them clear off their feet. Raj was good with kids, a thought that gave me an unexpected pang of sadness. He wouldn’t have any if he stuck around with me. “Deepak.” “Anamika di.” I smiled as I looked up. We hugged. At 35, my half-sister was a good ten years older than me. ` was the “accident” that had resulted in my step mom marrying. "You wouldn't just happen to know of anybody who might be interested, would you?"She whipped the T shirt off, secure in the knowledge that she could manipulate this man, at least to some degree. She was right too. While the food cooled in the microwave, she found out one can have sex by sitting on a man's lap, facing him while he sits in a straight backed chair.She decided she liked this way a lot, because it made sucking her nipples easy for him while he put another ball of warmth deep in her. I sat on the edge of the pool, she swam over to me running her hands up my feet and to my inner thys.I smiled at her.She yanked me in. We swam around the pool laughing and talking, a few sexual tensions rose while we swam together. The sun was starting to go down, and Cassys phone rang.She got out of the pool to answer it. "hello" she asked "yes i know ill be there soon" "alright bye" she hung up the phone "my mom needs me home " she said "okay" we got our stuff and headed to my apartment, i.