" He squeezed my hand and I smiled back at him. But I cocked an eyebrow."I don't know how to take that. I mean if you can't see how pretty she is, wha... does that say about me?" I never said she wasn't pretty, I said she wasn't the kind of girl I find attractive." All right, I'm biting, why isn't she the kind of girl you find attractive?" Her dad and my mom were siblings," He smirked, "Corbett's my mom's maiden name."I smacked his shoulder. I caught the tense of his declaration. But I had known. ”“Is Marcus seriously thinking of trying to play professionally?”“He’d like to,” said Joanna, “and he’s picked up some attention from scouts in spite of the mediocrity of our football team. That’s one reason this weekend’s football camp call-up was so important to him.”“What about you? Everyone says you’re a very impressive footballer in your own right.”Joanna laughed. “Based on the number of players we have, the school team should be bottom of the conference. Instead we’re near the top. I’ve. We used to chat almost every day (although she had a boyfriend in Mumbai). She is kind of a bubbly girl.During our chats, we shared our thoughts about sexual fantasy. I told her I find her attractive. Then our conversation about sex began. We used to do sexting. I used to ask her to do self-pleasure.I used to tell her on the phone that how I would make foreplay with her. That used to make her wet, and she used to masturbate using that. I had told her that, I masturbate by thinking about her.. .. The Great Detective sat back in his wing back chair. He reached out with the poker and prodded at the remnants of the fire in the grate. A stream of sparks sputtered from the last of the logs and spiralled away up the chimney and out into the night.He turned to the assembled audience who were stood waiting on his every word. The Inspector was there too, looking on with the same bored expression that always accompanied these affairs. He was tired of turning up to have the whole thing.