. because... there isn't any specific reason but yes! There is. Its costly than back hook bra" Don't worry about money", I said to Didi, "I'll give yo... money" Oh! You got so much money haa! Ok! Give me 100 rupees then", Didi said mischievously."OK! Here it is", saying that I took out my valet and handed her 100 rupees.Didi surprised and taken back saying, "oh no! I was just k**ding. I don't need money"."Oh come on Didi! Take it for me. I want you to buy those. Please don't say no". Saying that. His head still felt woozy. He might have a concussion. No point trying to fight them in this condition. He'd only fall over and look ridiculous.He had to pause, assess his injuries and gather his strength. He had to try and work out how many twitchers were around him. Were there just the two carrying him or were there others?Did they know he was still alive? Was he a prisoner or was his body just food to be dragged off to some larder?Should he bide his time and wait to see where they were. ‘Only the good ones,’ I replied with a suggestive smile of own. ‘Can I help you, it’s Jeff, right?’ ‘Yes, Ms. Taylor. This, it must have fallen out of your bag,’ he said as he held out my phone and smiled again. ‘Oh my god, I didn’t even know I lost it. Thank you, Jeff. I’d be lost without this. Thank you so much,’ I said as I took the phone from him. ‘You’re welcome Ms. Taylor,’ Jeff said. ‘Oh please call me Brandi. Ms. Taylor sounds so formal…especially now that you’ve seen me naked. I. S.A. or N.S.C. Now which one are you?’ ‘I’m neither one, Coach,’ he knowingly replied, ‘Or should I call you Masterchief?’ ‘Alright,’ I pointedly asked, looking him directly in the eyes, ‘Who are you, and what is this little visit about.’ ‘I’ll come right to the point, Coach Walker,’ he replied, a little less aggressively, ‘I know that you’re about to talk to the late Navy Lieutenant Daniel Reed’s family, and I’m curious as to what you think you’re going to tell them.’ ‘I have no plans on.