He knew me..., all three of me. He asked me who did it, and I replied, "Wayne." He asked my friend if I was alone in the apartment and if there were...any signs of struggle, and my friend said, "No." Then he made a few notes in his little book, muttered, "Nutbag," under his breath and left.I could barely move, but didn't need surgery or anything like that, so my friend took me home to my apartment. He was worried about me, so he stayed the night and slept on the couch.I was still in bed when. We ate quietly, I was hungry and starting to feel the effects of the day’s work, but would steal glances at Mandy when I was sure she wasn’t looking. The last time I saw her in a dress was at my uncle’s funeral; the time before that was a family reunion several years ago. I remember how good I thought she looked then. Somehow she seemed sexier to me tonight in this simple dress, clinging loosely to her features. We finished eating and Aunt Mandy cleared the table as I sat sipping the rest of my. . I knew he was checking to see if I was wearing my panty. I assured him, "Panty poree nee." (I am not wearing any panties.")He was about to lift the Ghagra up to see me. I shooed him and walked off to talk to my Mother."Ma. His suitcase is a mess. There were more dirty clothes than fresh. He can not find any clothes in them, unless they are sorted out. I think I better sort them out, while Mintu has his bath and place them inside the wardrobe and pass him the clothes he has to wear after his. He kept saying how sorry he was that he'd hit me and promised me it would never happen again. I thought to myself, "You can bet on that buster!" He tried one more time knocking at the door, continuing to beg me to forgive him and please open the door. I told him if he didn't leave at once I would start to scream until the police showed up. It was quiet for a few minutes and then I heard the front door open. I heard him scream back into the apartment, "I'm leaving cunt ... and I am not coming.