"Mr Brown, I'd like toask you about the burial of Sarah Hackett."He took a long hard look at me, and then leapt back in fright as if hehad seen a ghos...."You, you can't be..." Can't be what?" You look just like Sarah Hackett, the girl that I buried a year agoafter she tripped over, fell down the stairs and broke her neck. She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in acoma for a month, and. During the day, I was completely busy in my work as I have to finish the same in 2 days and it was all hectic. I even could not get time to even ring Aarti and ask her what she is doing. Around 4:00 pm, Aarti called up on my mobile and told that her today’s meeting was cancelled and she is going back to the hotel. I told her that I may be a bit late and she told me not to worry for that. She will wait for me to have dinner. That day, it took me around 8:00 pm to get free from my work and. She began to putit on, but had second thoughts. "If I'm gonna do this I may as welldo it right," she thought. She walked back to the closet, replacedthe blue dress, and got out her new black dress. This was one of themore daring dresses she'd seen; it was pretty sheer lace, and like asecond skin, coming down to just below Randi's tight firm ass andclinging to her soft skin all the way to her wrists. Now clad in all black, Randi picked up her wig ? flowing chestnutbrown hair that came down. ‘Okay then.’ They went back to the main room and while he said his goodbyes she thanked Abigail and her friends for their hospitality. ‘I’m glad you came and hope you enjoyed yourself.’ said Abigail. ‘Although I get the feeling we didn’t have anything to do with the best part so far.’ Isabelle looked confused at her. ‘What part?’ She got a smile. ‘The one involving a private moment between youand a certain interesting man.’ Isabelle blushed. ‘You saw?’ ‘Just a quick peek. Looked promising.’.