Now they say they want in to inspect the installation, and I told them that we could not let them pass without specific authorization from you, Sir." ...oey was one of those ex-Army men who knew how to make a report, so he did a very good job of keeping up our false front.I turned to the two visitors and asked, "OK, I got that, now, who are you and what do you want?"The older and more rotund man of the two announced officiously, "We are special investigators from the El Paso ONI Field Office here. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from the windows of the house and wiggled her finger for me to follow.I moved up the driveway and stood a foot or so away from her. She smiled again and pulled the leg of her shorts up, then slipped her finger under and across her nether lips. She shuttered slightly, then looked down. She made a small moue when she saw that I was missing some of the show. She pulled her finger out. It. Usne kaha thik hay aura kujhe madam nai sirf sneha kaho .aur mien usko karib 30 min tak pc sikahya aura usko touch karta raha usne kuch na kaha wo sirf hasti rahi. Fir thodi der baad wo ghar ja rahi thi usne kaha kal subah aa jana shaam tak sikhungi ghar pe akeli jo hun, mien uska isara smaj gaya, aura wo smile de ke chail gayi.Fir dusre din mien uske ghar gaya, usne jase hi darwaja khola mien usko dekh ke chonk gaya, usne white coolour ka light shirt aura track pehna hua tha shirt itna light. On the fairly busy road, we rode in single file and, for the first few miles, I frequently glanced behind to see if she was keeping up. I didn't need to worry; she was fitter than me. Two hours later we arrived at a roadside café with many lorries parked outside. "Fancy a break for breakfast?" We'd gone about eighteen miles and were making good progress and our route would turn off and meander along country lanes a couple of miles further on. This was the last café we could expect until the.