"Marguerite Katherine O'Neil." Good, that should help us, but just in case... "He reached to the floor and pulled up a case. From the case he brought ...out a pad of ink and a sheet of heavy white paper. He took one of her hands and forced each finger into the ink. Then the fingers were pushed onto the paper. Once the impressions of her fingerprints had been made, he tapped on the tinted glass dividing them from the driver.The window slid open. A hand reached through and took the card. Before it. Raste mai hum ne koi baat nahi ki.Bhoat thand baad gai thi.9bj hum ghar pauche.Meera ne lock khola hum andar pauche.Meera bai: ek kam kar tu fridge mai coldrik rakh k change kar le.Pint: maushi par kaha se change karu mere kapde tho ghar pe hai.Meera bai: ha re pintu. Tu baith mai uncle ka barmuda late hu.Itna bol k vo apne kamre mai gai aur mere leya uncle ka barmud laye.Mai barmuda le k batrom mai change kar ne gaya tho vaha meera ki panty sukhne ko rakhe thi mai turant panty haat mai le k. Francis thought she would explode. The emotions that smashed around her system were causing havoc. Butterflies were stomping in her stomach and her brain had turned to mush. She didn’t know what she was meant to do in this dance of love, deciding to just wait and see how it all fell out. Somehow, it was far removed from the romance novels she had consumed avidly. The written word had not prepared her for the turmoil she was going through. Pages of eroticism could not convey the depth of. Having his two week trip subtracted from his vacation account had only put a minor dent in it. But he couldn't turn around and take vacation again right away.To make matters worse, when he was relieved, and fired up his laptop, there was nothing there from her. He knew she was probably busy, that he had taken up way too much of her work time while he was there, but still, he imagined what he was feeling was what a crack addict felt sometimes. Academically he knew it wasn't that bad. Not really..