It can make the whitest of white nerds think they could make it on Dancing With The Stars. It can make picking up the phone at 3 a.m. on a weekend and...telling your boss’ voicemail exactly what you think of him seem like a great idea. Despite all that, though, Jack Daniels was never taught how to talk. So Tim thought it was quite odd that he was peering down into his glass of Jack and Coke as if it would provide some sort of answer to any of the questions coursing through his mind. He was. "Who? That little wimp couldn't have stabbed Mary Stevens." No, that's not his style. Curtis likes to use cars. We're damned sure it was him who ran down Helen's father," Frank said. "And do you know that Sheila Thomas was also killed in a hit and run accident? A stolen Ford again, the same as Helen's father; as a teenager Curtis had a habit of TWOCing Fords. It appears he finds them easy to nick." Holy shit! Sheila's dead? But that makes some sense; she was supposed to have been with Angela. And reached to Howrah for get our bus. The bus was already waiting for us. It was a private company bus may be 50 seater bus. Me and Neha took window seats and other 13 persons also got there seats. The bus started at the right time. Neha was talking to me about breakfast what we brought with us. All team members were discussing and excited to for this journey. I remember it was short sleeve tight tshirt what i was wearing that day.I was looking sexy too. Here I want to tell that my figure is. ‘Ah, grumpy, are we? Hell, you should have said so.’ He heard some crunching and clattering noises and figured she was going through her bag. A moment later, a silver flask was thrust under his nose. He looked down at it to the girl sitting next to him, a gamine smile still on her face. He took the proffered flask, still keeping eye contact with the girl and took a swig of the drink. Vodka. Straight up, no watered down shit. He swallowed down the whole flask, welcoming the burn down his.