”“How far back together?”“It’ll stop short of marriage,” I said. “But we’re both in agreement on that.”“I’m going to ask you som...e questions, and they may seem disjointed. Can you just go with the flow and not try to make it all make sense?”“Yes. Can you tell me what your goal is?”“To gather as much information as possible. This is complicated by the fact that I have no idea what I’m looking for.”“So how will you know if you find it?”“In this kind of situation it’s usually reading my notes over. He too wore glasses, which she normally was not attracted to but that mixed with the hidden tattoos gave him an air of sexiness and mystery about him. He requested a break to head to the men’s room and she agreed she needed a break as well. She went into the restroom and looked in the mirror. “What is wrong with you today?” she thought. She normally was never attracted to potential clients. There was a line that did not need to be crossed. For some reason today was different. She had been wet. We give you our word”There was no point talking to him. I kept silent and let him take me for the rest of his journey.Long story short, we came through so many rural areas where we ended up at a large bungalow, with a van stopped at its frontal portion. He took me inside, and locked the door. Then he took me to a nearby room.There, he took my coat, then my saree jacket, then my bra, then my sari and then my panty, thus making me completely naked and then he also got naked as I was covering my. " He waited, there was no easy way to say it. "It wasn't an accident. Someone murdered him."Linda jerked back as if she had touched an open flame. "Murder? Murdered him? That can't be. Sam didn't have an enemy in the world."Al watched her with growing respect. The shock and hurt in her face were gradually being replaced by anger. She was going to make it. Sam had picked right when he and Linda got together. "What about the police? What are they doing about finding out who killed my husband? Did.