Then one day she told me that when her husband was out of town and was not to be back for three days, and her children were gone to visit their grandp...arents, she invited me to her home. When I finally arrived the air was electric and her nerves were apparent as she gave me a reassuring smile. She was wearing her typical shilwar and qameez like a normal loving wife, and she acted as a proper hostess should and invited me in to the living room to sit down. The air was thick with the smell of. I thought maybe this one was big, and bad, so I called Bettina back on the Police cellphone. ‘It better be good, Bettina… no, this is off the record, confirm that… okay, yes I’ve heard about it… no, I don’t know… no, I don’t know… oh really?… you’ve confirmed that?… okay. By the way, are you not interested in the murder of a national Union president?… Yes, Jack Naples. I’m here at the crime scene… no, Hardwood is not here… okay… okay, see you later.’ I looked at Cindy, who’d tried twice more to. She stood on her tiptoes and was enveloped in his strong grasp as he hugged her back. She closed her eyes with her head against his chest and took in his scent.Danielle backed up just enough to see his face, but without removing her hands from his shoulders. She locked eyes with him and smiled.“Why are you here?” she asked himWith a sly twinkle in his eye he responded in a whisper only loud enough for Danielle to hear, “To fuck you.”Tyler grabbed Danielle’s hand, saluted to her co-counselor at. Everything about Carol, we loved.All of us – or most of us who stayed awake, anyway – had been ogling Carol at every chance on the way down to the track and field meeting very early that morning. For the next couple of hours, Carol would be again the centre of male club athletes’ attraction, as she always had been for as long as I remember; on the track, in the clubhouse, coaching alongside the high jump fan or in the gym during workouts and weight training. Now she had started walking up and.