So that fine-morning Pramila was sitting in Neelum's bedroom and listening to her sexual adventures with hubby and his friend. "How did it start?" Pra...mila wanted to know.Neelum was willing to tell, hoping that the truth would also make Pramila free. In the adjacent room, Neelum's husband Rasheed and his friend Nasir were waiting. "You bitch – are you making stories or is it true?" Pramila asked looking at the pretty and innocent-looking face of her friend, who was exactly her age –. Son ... Of ... A ... Bitch!!! He didn't stop, but kept comin' right toward me. That was enough! This time, I shot him between the eyes, an' that .44-40 bullet made a real nice hole goin' in, but it made a real mess comin' out the back side of his head.Meanwhile, Fob had drawn his gun, an' was tryin' ta git a good shootin angle at me. Sam never gave him a chance ta do that. Sam put a bullet right inta Fob's right ear, an' it made a suitable mess comin' out the other one. No question about it,. He motioned to the two youngest and they went in my bedroom and began to loosen the carpet. The older man was directed to get tack strips. Pedro said, “It will take a few hours. When we’re finished, we can haul away the remnants or leave them for you.”“I guess I should keep some just in case. You’ll haul away the old carpet?”‘Yes, that’s on our installation list.”“Great. I’ll try to stay out of the way. I have water bottles in the fridge if anyone wants them.”The crew went to work. I lazed out. He had begun to hate his job. The students did not have the same passion for learning as they once had. Well, the majority of them did not. Lane was different. Lane was his best student. Brilliant for his age, but troubled by family problems. Good thing he was heading off to college away from his abusive mother and her boyfriend. He would do well in life. Robert had faith in him. The two had developed a sort of big brother/mentor thing in the past two years. Robert hated to think of him.