It was Ravi, her real estate broker. Priya had been trying to avoid the man but he was simply too persistent. “Ah, Mr. Ravi,” she exclaimed, “Wh...at a surprise! I wasn’t expecting your call…” There was no trace of impatience in her high, clear voice, and the conversation, where she only contributed the occasional “yes,” “of course,” and “not a problem” was pleasantly brief.It had been a long day, and she couldn’t wait to get back home. But because of Ravi’s call, she had to make a detour to her. " And he looked over at his young officer with raised eyebrows."Very well, if that's all now, I will head back to the house. When I left, she was sleeping peacefully. I hope you find these boys she spoke of. Good day." and he left. He walked out the door and mounted his horse and rode back to the estate."I hope this takes care of that," he said to himself as he rode back home.When he reached the great house at Raven Woods, all was quiet, Franchesca was still sleeping and Soames was puttering. “Shoot it,” she practically whispered into my ear.I gave her a sideways glance, then targeted the hoop and took a measured shot. It arced up and bounced off the front of the rim again.Jen gathered up the ball and looked at me thoughtfully.“You do everything right until after the shot.”“After the shot? What difference does that make?”“Follow through,” she said, as if it were obvious. “You cradle it right. You guide it with your left hand, but you don’t put your shooting hand in the cookie. Perfect. We got to the store and were walking around together and no opportunity had arisen where Cherry's tits could of been seen. I asked her how she felt about being a bit more deliberate and she asked what I meant. There were two middle aged guys a couple of aisles over and I suggested that we separate and I would make my way into their aisle, she would follow shortly after and kneel down next to them looking at some stuff on a lower shelf while I remained behind them (I hoped I would see.