"That, right there. What were you thinking of?" he asked."Nothing," she said, her face turning pale. She had remembered the rape."Cherry, your face we...nt from blind anger to deathly afraid. That's not nothing." I ain't afraid of that bastard," she spit out.Gently, Mike asked, "What bastard?"The softness of the question drained her anger and left just the hurt and pain. She began to sob. Mike saw her distress and wrapped her in his arms. The crying and sobbing continued. He consoled her, cooing. Bhabhi ne bataya ki raat bhar halka dard ho raha tha.Maine bola, “Toh mujhe jaga diya hota. Main baith jaata aap dudh pila deti.” Bhabhi – “Iska pet toh bhara hua tha. (aur hanste hue) Tujhko kaise bolun pine ke liye?Me – “Main pita toh nahi lekin aapko taklif naa ho iske liye kuch bhi kar sakta hun. Mera khyal aap bhi toh itna karti ho.”Bhabhi – “Such? Fir toh ek kaam kar na jyada nahi 2 minute hi is boob se pi le. Mujhe thoda aaram aa jaayega.”Aur main bhabhi ki nipple muh mein lekar chusne. Nick replied, “No, Sir, but if you wish, we could look for those as well.” Sake was not my drink. Note to self, stick to high energy or soft drinks. Taking a sip of my coffee, and oh yes, and add coffee to that list.Then Nick handed me a piece of paper. “What’s this?” I asked.Nick cleared his throat, “It’s the WI-FI password.”I looked at the paper again, then back to him, “Ahhhhh, yes...” drawing it out.Looking at that stone face, I couldn’t be sure if he was joking or not. OH, sure, like I’m. I have more than a hundred, now. Funny thing, though. This one’s the first Muslim woman I’ve seen who didn’t have her pubic hair removed. It’s a cultural thing. It’s not very dark. Do you suppose she bleaches it?? The footsteps moved on.At last her interrogator returned. ?Tell us where your boyfriend, Hassan, went. Why wasn’t he in your apartment???I want a lawyer.? Suddenly her whole vulva was burning! ?Stop! I’ll talk. You’re burning me. For the love of God, stop!?Cold water.