She greeted me with a smile. She was wearing denim shorts which ended a couple of inches above her knee. Her fair legs were smooth as butter. She was ...wearing a light blue shirt with two top buttons open revealing her cleavage. I could see that she was wearing a black bra. “What would like to have?” she asked opening her dads whiskey closet. “I’ll have a JD, large” I said. She poured herself some vodka and gave me the whiskey. “I am really sorry about the picture I should not have blackmailed. Some were already too old for me, whilst others are not to my liking. Of course, let go here means one of two things. The sane ones are killed, whilst the ones that have turned insane, I have no idea why my father still kept them, are let out into the streets, anonymously. Yes, most likely investigations would begin again, but it won’t last long. They’re insane, they can’t prove anything to the judges.And that’s the only thing that worries me, people suing me over the disappearances of their. I love you, Rachel Stevenson. I love you lying against me, too. We can be this way though I will reset my alarm for earlier. We shouldn’t be caught if possible.”I could see her face in the dm light. She grinned. “It’s one thing for your mother to think I’m in here. It’s another for her to know.” I nodded. I reset my alarm clock for four and settled back down. Rachel curled against me delightfully.We slept. When the alarm went off, I realized that we had turned in the night as we slept. We were. I sprained my leg so bad. I began to cry in pain. People crowded around me. Avinash told them that he was with me and others need not worry.He told me also the same. Very gently he lifted me in his lap and placed me on the lobby chairs.He removed my boots and nursed the leg. I was feeling awkward being touched by a stranger in public. I told him that I’ll be okay and he could move on. He refused to leave me. I called my client and fixed a meeting for the next evening. She gladly obliged. I had.