Sometimes I get glimpses in my dreams, but never enough to know whats happening.The cell door opens, and he walks in. I stare at him warily. "Expectin...g Selene instead of me? To bad my boy, you'll never see her again." I strain againt my bonds. "What did you do to her." He chuckles. "Nothing for you to worry about, although you'll never have to fear her revenge now." My mind goes blank. 'He...he killed her." I feel anger boiling inside me. My daemon side starts to emerge. My fangs and claws. About that time he enters the room and starts walking towards you holding a cup of coffee. He hands it to you and says I hope you like it with a little cream and sugar. He proceeds to tell you that you were in such a deep sleep he did not want to disturb you. So while you were sleeping he took your car and had it filled with gas. When he is done telling you about this he points across the room towards the bathroom.. You see your clothes neatly folded on a bench there. He said he put them in. That’s more of a feeling than anything. It looked like the broach was attached to some folds of deep blue velvet.” “You’re sure it was attached?” “Yes, the broach was upright. There was shadow at the bottom.” “Hmm. Okay, well that’s a start. When did you have this recollection?” “It happened during the night about a week ago. I woke up and well, I thought I’d had a dream actually. I’m still not sure if it was a flashback or a dream,” she shrugged. Harry wrote more in his notebook, then stood. My balcony is quite of an advantage. The kitchen of the other block is visible from mine. I used to cook very often, which I love to, and there comes the heroine of the story who has an eye on me. I used to cook without wearing anything on my upper body.The heroine, say Anuja, is a very good-looking milf and had a figure to die for. She has a 2-year-old son. She is 29 and her stats are 36-30-38.Anuja used to wear normal clothes while working in the kitchen. One day she invited me for the.