The man standing on the stoop was rather unremarkable, average in height, waistline no longer boyish, nose a bit broad and sandy hair beginning to rec...ede. But when their eyes met both gasped slightly, he from instant recognition and her from awareness that she should know this person, yet a name and the context of knowing him were elusive.“Maria? Maria Canales?” he asked, his eyes lighting up and a smile appearing in immediate reaction.No one had called Maria by her maiden name in years which. You gave him my id?S: Yes. I often have told him about you. He has a good impression of you LingaL: I understood that. (Winks)S: I am just a little scared LingaL: what for S?S: On what he says. I am just a little scared. What will others think if they come to know of it?L: How will anyone know unless one of us says it?Sanjana was silent for some time.S: Ok, let’s conference in Skype tonight and come to a decision.L: Ok invite me on Skype Sanjana.Later in the night, at around 10:30pm IST (9:00pm. "I know I heard someone come in here," I heard a man say.Shit! Not again! I thought to myself, I was lucky that I went all the way to the back. I tried to stay perfectly quiet."Check in the back!" I heard another voice say. Shit! I recognized it as Ed. "Kids like to go back there and smoke."I heard someone walking back through the locker room. I desperately tried to look for something to hide in or under. I opened one of the tall lockers and squeezed inside. I could barely fit, and the inside. She popped open a can of coke and took a healthy swig. She had emptied her bladder when she changed.Listening to the show it was apparent that four on the panel of five didn't know shit what they were talking about. Even their theories were nothing but bullshit. Only a Seattle homicide detective knew what he was talking about. But it passed the time as she laughed at one so- called expert spread his crap around. It might have impressed other listeners but not her. The audience were invited to.