Her mouth was wide open and she started screaming at me.Mom:- Rahulllll, what are you doing? Who taught you all this stuff? I am going to tell your da... about this.Me:- No, mom sorry. I am not going to do this again. (I didn’t zip my pant).Mom:- First zip your pant, and then talk to me.Mom brought a broom and started beating me furiously. She didn’t give me chance to utter a word. After that, she didn’t talk to me for the whole day. Even I didn’t eat food that day.The next day in the. Sure he could do the investigation and probably come up with a story, but having the inside track on any police work was the icing on the cake - it always made the final story that much juicier."Okay, I'm on it. Give me a couple of weeks to see what I can dig up," said Mark.He took one final swig from his pint and then stood and left the pub.Kenny searched online for details of what he would have to do to found and incorporate the Church of Cyberscience. The range of advice, rules and. Izzy fell in with us as we piled into the limousine; she was crying too. Marshall sped us to the hospital with a war wagon leading and following, leaning on the horns as we ran a dozen red lights between my office building and the city hospital.Our family surged into the Emergency entrance of the hospital. A dozen uniformed policemen and detectives, a dozen of my security team including Lucas, and Cindy milled around the lobby area. Cindy was crying and Lucas held her to his chest trying to. That was part one of my plan. I'd wanted to put a full page ad in the local newspaper and the newspaper of Amber's hometown but I couldn't. Both papers refused on some kind of morality clause. They can report all they want about murder, rape, gang warfare, real warfare, and all the other sordid mess of society, but they wouldn't run a little newspaper ad of two naked people hugging with the banner "Amber Creston screwing her brother, Dave". I even told them that I'd black bar out all of the.