My feelings were strong but very vague – being asked this question drew them into focus."No. No one ever told me. I'm aware there is a police report... but I've never seen it. The victim isn't important enough to see it, apparently. I asked a few times, but was told it was 'better for my emotional growth' if I didn't."My bitterness was very apparent."Yeah, I can imagine. Or maybe I can't. I know, though. I've read the report. Do you want to know? I know who the guy is, what happened to him after. ” “I saw you, talked to various friends about you, and got to know you. I began to like what I heard and saw. Your actions and the comments from friends lead me to respect you. Soon I saw you had all the traits I seek in a woman. You are attractive, successful, well educated, well traveled, elegant, confident, and yet playful. Despite not having any idea whether you were interested in me, I figured the worst thing you’d do when I express my feelings for you would be giving me the “lets be. It wasn’t the wine. I was telling her things that I hadn’t told a soul and she was listening. I had never felt such freedom talking with anyone. Ever. She listened contently to what I was saying, however, I don’t think I was doing a good job at all. I kept admiring the way her full lips moved like mercury when she spoke, how everything she said seemed intentional like it was rehearsed. I imagined her breath smelled like that of an angel and her tongue looked like it tasted like ambrosia fit for. "Rustam laughed aloud at this. So she wanted to do it in the dark, did she? Well, he was willing. It would be part of her mystery. He pinched the candle flame and it vanished between two large fingers, plunging the tent into near total darkness."Can you find your way back over here?" Bibi asked, pleasant laughter in her voice, as well."It depends on what I find when I get there," Rustam replied, willing to play her erotic game of 'find the naked girl in the dark'."Just follow my voice," Bibi.