"Miller looked at her with respectful wonder. "Son of a bitch," he said softly. "You may have just hit upon it."She gave him a doubtful look. "Like I ...aid, it's nothing I can prove or disprove. Wouldn't you think that someone who was smart enough to obliterate the forensic evidence in that way would also be smart enough to know that potassium chloride, or whatever else they used, will be picked up in the tox screen?"Miller nodded. "That's what you would think," he agreed. "Is there anything. That was enough to justify her temporary lodging in a worker’s hostel and the plan had worked a treat, with a bed being allocated to her with only a cursory check. The intelligence community had served her well with excellent forged papers that had proven impossible to tell apart from legitimate documents. She joined the queue for breakfast at six-thirty the next morning, taking her meagre fare—a small chunk of bread with a scrape of jam and a cup of ersatz coffee—to the end of a crowded. “No mom, he won’t listen to me. He only listens to a wild, sexy, MILF Huntress”, I said slapping her ass.Suddenly, mom spotted a bush moving some distance ahead of us. So we went to explore it. Once we came to a clearing, we had a good view of what was happening behind the bush.A young boy who was about my age and an older woman were fucking hard behind the bushes. The boy had pulled down his pant till his knees and the woman had hiked up her saree above her waist.The woman’s blouse was open. It was still a question that was nagging at me. She had never waited for me before. We set up meeting places, usually, through messages. Our whole lifestyle was based on being laid back and not rushed about anything.“I needed tuh see yuh, yuh know?” she told me.“Not that I’m not flattered,” I said, “But you’ve never needed to see me that urgently.”“De last time I saw yuh was ‘bout a year ago, remembuh?”“How could I ever forget?” I said, “I felt terrible that I had hurt you.”“Yuh hurt me a.