Maine kha nhi abhi tak kisi ko nhi patya .maine uska haath apni jagho se hata diya . Wo bola chup-chap baitha rah wrna etna marunga ki zindgi bhar mer... surat nhi bhul payega. Maine haath kya hataya wo to ak dam gussa ho gya . Maine kha gussa kiyo hote ho .wo bola tune meri sart manne ko kha tha .ab meri sart sun ki me tujse kya chahata hun .wo bola main teri gaand marna chahata hun . Apna lund tere mooh me dena chahata hun.itna sun kr meri halat kharab ho gyi. Me wha se bhagna chahata tha etne. "Hello," she said into the receiver."Were you asleep?" Luke asked from the other end."Luke," Sophie whispered. "I was awake." I had to hear your voice. Tonight was special and I needed to be sure it wasn't a dream," he admitted."It was wonderful," Sophie added."Sophie, I want you to know I meant every word," Luke emphasized."I know," Sophie replied."Sweet dreams, Sophie," Luke said. "I'll call you." Good night, Luke," she whispered.Sophie held onto the receiver long after the dial tone began.. Why wasn’t my instinct to flee? I don’t know. As I said if I had been a burglar I probably would have but being naive I didn’t. I slowly and quietly opened the door, crept inside and looked across the room. There sat in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin was Mrs. Gerrard. The bedside light was on and as I looked at her pale blue eyes she seemed, for all the world, like a startled animal caught in the headlights. What was I to do? I pulled a pistol out and pointed it at her and told her. If she was a gold digger, she was certainly subtle about it. There had been no requests for money or loans or influence from my son. Megan might simply have concluded that whatever she was looking for in Hollywood was a real long shot, and that a relationship with Charlie Buckman was a better long-term possibility. Even that sounded too cold and calculating. Maybe they were simply falling for each other, and she was spending time with him.So, there we were, Marilyn and I, on Sunday, August 26,.