Patrick gets out of the car and stops. He knows the house as well and doesn’t take a step towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my head keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside. Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the desi steps as well. The rain is coming down on both of us. “Is it Aurora?” he asks. “Yes, it is. You don’t want to go inside. It’s possibly the most violent thing that I have ever seen. I can’t india believe that this has happened. Patrick, I’m so sorry. I’m sure she was murdered because of me,” I tell him. He just shakes his head telling me that it’s not my fault. She should have been safe inside Mms her own home, which obviously she wasn’t.We both just sit on the indian steps staring out to the street and the number of police cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cameraman and a reporter. The uniformed police stop them at Scandal the street and begin answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the front of the house. I bow my head and look down at the ground. Patrick gets up and heads towards the news reporters asking them to stop taking pictures of his friend who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask several questions only for Patrick to turn and walk away from them. Patrick comes back over to me and sits down next to me on the steps. “You were saying that you believe that you caused this to happen to Aurora. What makes you believe that?” he asks me. “I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my wildest dreams believed it would be Aurora,” I tell him “David, you’re not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to blame,” he tells me. I’m quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn’t seen the inside and the horrible way things are. The Detective spends another couple of hours asking both Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his questions. However, before the Detective let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent several minutes chatting with the Detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over Bhabhi to see me and Patrick. “Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. Agent, this is Patrick. I desi pulled my skirt up so he could see my panties too. My indian brother had inspired a lot of guys he Scandal knew to please women, especially their mothers, sisters, Mms and daughters. Their nightly meetings had provided an outlet for his power. Tina didn't join in she was busy eating. Sven Falk Come on, really hard. I glanced around the park. It would just be a fun romp we'd both enjoy. Her Blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She stood. Or … maybe the man would know. She opened her eyes and watched as he left the bed. He let go of me Bhabhi and looked india me sternly in the eye. All the sounds died.