MICHAELWell? What was it?JENNLet me try again, maybe I can make it out this time.(Her head went back to listen) (I played it up for the gag)There it i...s, so faint ... it’s saying:Follow, into the open airFar from squalor and noiseFollow, someone is waiting thereSomeone who shares all your hopesAnd your joys“Someone is waiting there?” Why, my heart was saying those exact words just the other day.MICHAELIt was?JENNSure it was. “Squalor and Noise”, “Hopes and Joys”. It was telling me about all. And for next some days that chaining of messages started.I was like attracted to this guy and ask his pic. He sent his pic in a mail and he looked like a hunk. He is about 6 feet and a muscular body but dark in color and I was kinda like an average girl with straight long black hairs, a good round of assets but had some fat around my tummy with a height of 5’1” and dark brownish in color.We then continued talking via text messages. When my half yearly exams were finished and I was bored at my. Was this a good idea? I wasn't sure. I nervously sipped on my drink and pulled my short skirt down, I didn't want it showing my stocking tops.I heard cheery laughter as Gemma chatted with Bob, and as he shared a joke about his dinner-with-a-client with his wife Carol. I had heard them go through and start talking quietly in the lounge, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then the door to the kitchen opened and Gemma came in and looked at me. "OK, dear? Ready for. Hitch had risen early and sat on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, staring out into the darkness, listening, as he always did, for any sound which might signal danger. He'd heard nothing of concern, the crickets and tree frogs joining a chorus every few minutes as a light rain shower pushed through and cleared out quickly.After the women had gone down the rise, Miller sat with Hitch on the porch, sharing a pipe of tobacco and a pinch of cannabis. Although Hitch had smoked the small measure of.