We slept in each other with complete peace of mind. That was the best sleep I had in last one month due to my hectic activities. It was a dreamless ni...ght. I slept till 8.30 am. I freshened up with my morning rituals. When I came out of bathroom, she was getting up from bed.She hurriedly started to do her daily chores. She complained me, Prakash you didn’t tell me that you have to go early, and why did you not wake me up? I said, calm down Poonam, I will be going after 12 only. No hurry, just. And you definitely don't want to try the discipline."I'd read that in a magazine. Whips. Ugh. Still, some people liked it. I wasn't going to judge them. Instead I followed Mary back upstairs. People were standing around, talking, and they all still had their clothes on."There are some friends here from where our hosts work," Mary told me quietly. She handed me a cup of chilled Hawaiian Punch. "Things will start when they leave, which should be in a few minutes."Ah. More protective coloration.. “Put it on. It’s okay if I get brain damage, but not you. Somebody needs to be the brains of this outfit!”My hands went around Daddy’s waist, I think he still wore 34s, and I clasped my fingers together. We blasted out of the parking lot, down the tree-lined street through the cool morning air. I felt glad for my flannel; the day would warm up soon enough but I needed it now. I held Daddy tightly as we wove through the streets, the strong vibrations giving me that familiar tingle. This was. "Leon stared straight ahead while Matilda watched him. The silence lasted less than five minutes. "How come you have so many guns?" she asked.He turned and stared at her. It was a cold stare. "It's my job." You're a cop?" No." Then what do you do?" People hire me to solve their problems."Leon smiled at Matilda's confused expression. She looked up at him and then down, then back up at his face."I solve their problems with my guns."Matilda's face lit up. "You're a hitman?" That's one name for.