‘Oh Harold.’ * The trees clawed at the sky like a skeleton’s hands, they tore holes in the sunset until only the night remained. Half an hour la...er, as if overcome by the syrupy blackness, the crime-scene lights fizzed and went out. Constable Oakman swallowed hard, startled by his descent into impenetrable night. Slowly his eyes adjusted. He made out the grey and silver shapes of trees, the subtle brush-strokes of moonlight providing the only detail on a black canvas. Mark Oakman had checked. Main nahin thi pir wo zadne lagi to boli main zadne wali hu to miney kaha koi baat nahi or mainey us k sara pani pee leya waha kia test tha pir os nay mera underwear ootara tu mera luunn dekh ker os ko jhatka sa laga or woh thoda paray hoo gai oar kehnay legi k main tum ko aapni phoodi nahin doon gi yeh abhi kanwari hai aor itna mota lun berdashat nahin kar sakti oooooffffffffff main tu merr jaon gi meri ek dost nay bataya tha k pehli baar bohat takleef hooti hai.na baba na main nahin chudwaon. Then she turned around and looked out at the creek, showing us the dimples in her ample butt cheeks. Suddenly, she took a few steps and dive into the water. She came back to the surface and stood up, turning around to face us.“Well? Come on in, you two. It feels fantastic!” My wife stood waist-deep in the creek, water dripping from her hardened nipples. I glanced over at Tara who was standing just next to me and she just smiled at me. Then she, too, reached behind her back and unstrapped her. We chatted and had a few more drinks, even a wee dance, then out the blue Jackie asked me to take her back to her flat, I readily agreed, failed to find Mark and we slipped out into a dark Glasgow night.Jackie was a local girl and lived about a 10min walk from the pub, we made small talk on the walk back, soon enough we where in the lift to her flat. Once inside, Jackie said "Pour a drink, put some music on and I'll be right back", I did what I was told, poured a couple of glasses of rose wine,.