I zapped it to Sullivan Research. The word ‘hacker’ no longer fits in my brain. Research. Nice and clean. Legal. Proper. That’s me.I read the re...sponse aloud to Felicity, “Stolen plates. Registered to a Beaumont, Helen. Nissan Sentra, Mill Valley.”“What should I do?”“It 2:30, let’s grab some lunch.” We were on the 280, heading south to San Jose. We’d stake out the one-time Nelson-Eamons employee, Ernesto Rodriguez. Follow him. See where he led us. We’d just done Dickie Axelrod for a week.. The waitress brought our beers to us and we sat and talk. I was quite nervous to begin with. As we talked I think Katherine sensed I was nervous and seemed to like to joke with me about it. The waitress came back after a bit and brought us our food. Katherine proceeded to pick up the ketchup and hit the bottom of the bottle. I noticed that ketchup was flying on me and we laughed. Finally something had broken my nervous state. After dinner I asked Katherine if she would like to talk a walk with. "Perhaps it was the choice of words with the unintentional double meaning, but she gave me a funny little sideways smile and said, "You're very welcome, I think I will be glad to have you." I think I imagined that she added, under her breath "I hope."The meal was delicious and was made even more enjoyable by stimulating small talk, punctuated by double meanings with sexual innuendos. Like, when I commented on the roast she said, "I love a good piece of meat." Or her remark that the mashed. Main apne bhai se khush thi wo bhi mujhse khush tha wo mujhse kahta tha ki tum kabhi kisi aur se mat chudwana bas mujhse aur apne pati se. Per ek dain hum dono ko mausi ke ghar jaana tha to papa ne ticket kata ker hamko de diya jab main aur bhai station pahunce to kaafi bhir thi kisi tarah hum train mein chr gaye per mujhe ek larke ne piche se meri gand mein ungli ghusane ki koshish ki main ne mur ker dekha to pata nahi chala k kisne kiya tha har taraf larke hi the.Train chalu ho gayi raat hoti.