She’d say, “Marriott.” Probably over-planning on my part, but I tend to do that when dealing with cockroaches.I wrote ‘Sally Fields’ and ‘705’ on the back of the card. He read it, simpered and tucked it into his shirt pocket.“Why the 20 minutes?”“I want to shower and change.”“Gotcha.”I left. I had parked out of sight of The Peanut, but I still checked before I got into my truck. When I was sure he wasn’t following me, I called Sergeant Finch. “I think it’s working.”“We’re in place.” In the Marriott lobby.I looked in my rearview. Smiled. Bear was in his souped-up Chrysler, he had my back. I hadn’t asked him to, but it didn’t surprise me.I did have Birdy Cummings, my grandmotherly freelancer, tracking Darrel Clemson. She was parked near his blue Mustang and would call me when he left. And would let me know if he changed his mind and didn’t head for the Marriott. Unlikely, with pussy on offer.I wasn’t the slightest bit worried that he’d spot Birdy. People in their 20s don’t really see. He began to advise me on small things and I was feeling that he is also getting sexy thoughts about me.Nita’s mother had fallen from the stairs and had a fracture. She decided to rush to Mumbai immediately by the midday flight. She would be returning in four to five days. Ravi returned at 6pm that evening and it was my chance alone with him.He came and removed his shoes, opened up his shirt buttons and vest. I had welcomed him with a sexy killing smile. I’m sure he must have controlled his erection. He went to take a shower. I went into my room and changed to a white slip. My black panties and white laced bra could be seen through the slip. I was waiting for an opportunity to wear this in front of Ravi.I forgot to tell you that the shape of my boobs is round and they look like headlights. They are big for any teenager to notice. My hair is waist length. I tied a bun being my head and revealed my neck from behind.My daughter who was downstairs had completed her homework and came.
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