My God! I was in her room, or so it seemed, I could actually read the larger writing on a packet of cereals sitting next to her sink.That evening I wa... crushed, there’d been no sign of her.But the following day, there she was.She wandered about, tidying as she went. I watched her as she microwaved a ready meal, eating it together with a bottle of wine, it was a Lambrusco, not really my cup of tea, but okay.Then she was running water at the sink, I saw her testing the water before she fetched a. Muje uski ye baat bdi ajeeb lgi next Day b kuch aisa hi hua muje b achha lagne laga or maine b haath se issara kar diya kuch dino tak aisa hi chalta rha lekin ek din jab main apne godaam ka tala lagaakar apne ghar ja rhi thi to dekha ki deepak mere piche aa rha hai main chalti rhi muje b achha lag rha tha lekin apne ghar pahuchne se pahle main ruk gyi or deepak ka wait karne lagi maine socha ki aaj deepak se baat kar k hi rahungi. Deepak aaya or maine Us se pucha k jab tum muje isaare karte ho. There, standing next to my vibrator, was a bottle of lubricant labeled "Bottom Oil." Is this it?" Joe asked."Yes," I said, playing his game now and saying nothing more."Okay, I'll bite," he said. "What's it for?" It's for my bottom," I told him."You want me to massage your bottom?" Not exactly," I said. "I want you to oil my asshole, and then I want you to fuck me there." Umm," Joe said. "Are you sure?" I've been thinking about it for weeks," I told him. "I did it once before, and it was real. " Let's start talking about what happened out there now, shall we?"Frank nodded slowly. "Okay."The detective picked up his pen again. "That was Manny's truck you were in, correct?" Yeah. His F-250."Jorgan nodded. He had seen the truck in question at the crime scene. Raised about a foot and with tires that looked like they could fit on a Boeing 737, it was exactly the sort of truck he would expect someone like Manny to drive. "Manny was behind the wheel?" Yes. Like I said, my license is.