."I suddenly thought, I had to get myself a drink, and get settled, sitting down, before we really could talk. "I see you've got yourself a glass of w...ne, do you want anything else?" No thank you." she said in a small voice, slightly rasping. Odd, I thought. Then I realised that her throat was dry and rough from too much crying. Good."Well, I'll get myself something." I left her and went to the bar.I returned with a glass of red wine and sat down opposite her. She looked at me expectantly. I. At last a chance came. It was a Saturday mom had gone to office. On that day we had Onam festival celebration at college. For that I had to wear half-saree (Dhavani)Morning I got dressed up and came out. Since it was half saree, my navel was partially exposed. I saw that my brother was stunned to see me. He kept staring at me for a long time. Especially at my boobs at navel I pretended that I hadn’t seen him noticing. Purposefully gave him more time to look. I went to college and returned at. I’m not a voyeur but I like to ensure that I get a clean kill, so I need to wait until that certain moment when he holds still. I also think its poetic that his moment of death should coincide with that moment that the French call “la petit Mort” it always amuses me.I panned my scope around a little, taking in what little of the room I could see through the window, there was nobody else other than the copulating couple. I looked at her. She was quite a prize. The contract had specifically said. At least they were able to tell me what I was earning right now, how much I had been paid in bonuses, plus the size of my bonus coming up in a couple of weeks." Oh, my God. We shall have to do something about that immediately. Can you tell me which company it is?" No, Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry I can't. It was a strict condition to their offer, that I didn't reveal their identity." You said the offer was tempting. Can you reveal the nature of the offer? I mean, is it along the lines you've got.