He wore only a pair of loose fitting sweats, sitting low on his hips. His dark hair was trimmed neatly. He looked into his face, some of it lost in sh...adow. He knew he was good looking. Women had begun pursuing him at age 14, and they hadn’t let up since. For all the good it did him. Sure, sex whenever he wanted it, but…his lips lifted in a bitter smile. Women couldn’t be trusted, not once you’d had sex with them. His gaze moved over the reflection of the room behind him. It was softly lit, by. I had hidden feelings but they ought to be hidden as of now as I would be distracted from my objective.Mom and Preeti soon joined an NGO that helped women and children. I totally supported them in their endeavors. In my police career, I made a lot of police officer friends. Some of them were sub inspectors, hawaldars, and jailors. Seniors and juniors, I had good connections with everyone. Even though, I was second in command, I yielded more influence over my department. Some of my close. After the fuss Mel had made that morning about me watching her peeing, even though I hadn’t really seen anything, that was the last thing I was expecting.One of my semi-regular assignations was a big fan of water-sports. They didn’t do much for me but I accommodated some of the woman’s milder fetishes, such as peeing on each other in the shower, because of how turned-on it made her: she’d practically rape me afterwards.Mel’s look hardened to a glare and her hands positioned themselves on her. My guys got together and were preparing to give me a positive report on the guy, when out of nowhere their heads were banged together and they were out of it for a few seconds. By the time they got to their senses, their cameras had the memory cards removed. Nothing damaged, just the cards taken, along with a spare they each had in their bags. They didn’t hear or see him coming or going. They managed to follow them in their bus back to the café on the edge of their town but then he managed to.