Yes, the two large suitcases had gone and so were a lot more of her clothes than would be needed for a short visit. So she had obviously gone off to s...tay with someone. Or she’d gone off with someone – the priest? Was the disappearance of the two of them at the same time just mere coincidence?At least, I reminded myself again, she wasn’t going to do anything silly or dangerous, or she wouldn’t have taken the cases. Had she and the priest gone off together? If so, she wouldn’t be coming back! I. She’s running rounds to the court every weekend nowadays and still fighting her case. My parents used to go to every 2 weeks for doctor consultation. They used to go for hours. You know how it is in Bangalore! :/But you know, the traffic problem was a blessing for me one fine morning! Haha.They left around 8 am in the morning and my maid came home around 9 am. I was refreshed and was really determined to study that day. Had controlled myself from watching porn for 2 weeks now. I know. It was. Once inside, I handed him a beer as well as offering him another cigarette. Marne now seemed far more relaxed, presumably free from the imaginary prying eyes that had haunted his sideways glances.As he told me his life story, and how falling on hard times he had come to live with his grandparents, I had my first proper close-up look at Marne. Coarse and rough as he was, he was far better looking than I had anticipated. His attire and hands were icky, but that was hardly surprising, because he. I tried to twist my head around to look at him better, but I still could hardly move. "You're the fireman," I told him, amazed, "The boss fireman from the other day." Battalion Chief Denny Wheeler," he confirmed. "Where do you remember me from?" The girl with the heart attack." Ah!" he looked closer. "And you are Tom... I'm sorry I don't remember your last name." Ferguson, sir. Tom Ferguson."He smiled, although it took an effort to realize that's what he was doing."Tom, you've been in an.