She nodded, followed by a quiet, “yes, please.” The shortest of the three brunettes stuffed her mittens in the pocket before handing it off to me,...to hang in the front hall closet.The jacket was too light for a long Chicago winter. I held my frown in.I didn’t comment on my guest showing up unexpectedly in the exact same outfit she wore the previous evening. Green fluffy sweater, painted-on bleached blue jeans and worn sneakers.“I’m making dinner; leftover pizza and chef salad. Care to join. ”I watched as she opened her eyes, her lips were trembling as they parted as if she was to say something yet they closed soon after, she did this about a dozen times yet not a single word was uttered. I looked at her, holding her tight. I moved the hair out of her face and caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. She was so beautiful. I felt her head lean into me as she started crying. I hugged her as the now cold water poured onto us.—-The bell rang signaling the end of class and the end. I didn't even want to be interviewed by the Fibbies at all, but I felt confident.As I said earlier, it was my plan to give a statement and immediately invoke my right to counsel. The trick then was to just shut the fuck up, period. I also knew to eat or drink nothiing until they figured out what to do with me.I also planned to go home and trash my fancy computer. At least the hard drive after I had Peter sweep it. Just to get any and all the important stuff off it before the fatal crash.Sylvia. To dosto jessa ki ap jante ho ya mere naye frds jinhone pahle meri story read nahi ki unhain bata du ki didi ne mujse wada kiya tha ki vo muje mere b’day ke din apni gand ka anmol gift dengi meri najar to kab se didi ki gand per thi jab main didi ko ghodi bana kar chodta to gand mere samne hoti lekin main didi se koi jabardasti nahi karna chahta tha or mera b’day Bhi najdik aa raha tha to main chahta tha ki didi khud muje apni gand ka gift de to vo din bhi aa gya jab muje ye gift milna tha raat.