She could trust him with this awful secret. Maybe he could help.After supper she asked him to go for a walk. He asked, "Is something bothering you? Yo... haven't seemed very happy the last few days."Tears ran down her cheeks while she told him what was happening. He held her and spoke soothingly, "Oh my dear sister. You are in a bind. I'll think of something. We can't directly confront him so we have to make you less attractive somehow. That might be difficult. You're so cute and curvy."She. He brought with him the plastic bag as well. She felt sick to her stomach when he bent over to retrieve the vibrator from off the ground. He tossed the bag and its contents to the floor of the front passenger side and buckled himself in as he started the car. If he’d removed the bag of marijuana she didn’t see it. Rachel closed her eyes and sobbed quietly. Her life was over. She was only thirty-two. How would she ever recover from this? The squad car started forward, reentering the freeway.. For helping this woman I was invited to a café for a rewarding cuppa. We talked finding we had similar interests in the arts and reading. One thing led to another as the saying goes. And the lady invited me back to her place to see what reading material she had.So a short walk back to her place and through the door into the kitchen, she asked nay commanded that I was to remove my foot wear which I did. And I was offered a drink. Following her to the lounge I looked at her book collection I. ”The conversation continued. We started having small talks in the Library for the next few days. As the days passed, our conversation took a turn. Sometimes, I wanted Disha to be more than just a new small-talk friend in the Library.And to be frank, sometimes I felt that she wanted the same. She looked irresistible. I used to notice her curves when she wore fitting dresses.Days had passed, and we always met up in some aisle. One day, I was reading. As I tilted my head, I saw her bent over,.