"No lying down on the job."A couple of people gasped, but Gibbs tried to ignore them. "Come on, DiNozzo." B-Boss?" The voice was so weak."Yeah, Tony. ...Yeah ... it's me. You're gonna be okay now." Tony's hand, slippery with blood, started to rise. Gibbs pressed it down lightly with a soothing sound." N-No. Not okay. Got me bad. My back." Your back?" Gibbs was doing the best assessment he could. Tony had multiple slashes and stab wounds, some deep, but he'd be okay. He had to be okay. The major. Men and women alike would go to tip them. As they tipped they would caress the dancers body, stroke their skin, run their fingers along the line of the g-string...it was all extremely erotic!! He asked if I wanted to go tip a dancer. I was just too shy to approach the stage. He smiled and said he would take care of it. After a few moments I needed a smoke! I ducked out to the smokers pit. When I came back in there was a beautiful red head sitting in my husbands lap! I arrived to our table. Uska naam mina tha. Wo gazab ki sundar thi. Saadi main tarah tarah ke programmes geet sangeet ke ho rahe the. Hum sab dost bhi usme participate kar rahe the. Iswar ki kripa se main bhi thik thak gaa leta hu. Meri isi khasiyat ki wajah se sabhi mujhe janane lag gaye. Mujhe waha pahunche teen din ho gaye the par maine mina ko ek baar bhi galat nazaro se nahi dekha kyonki wo bahut masoom thi. Par geet sangeet ke programme ke baad maine dekha wo baar mujhe dekh rahi hai aur meri nazar padte hi wo. Tony’s gravestone stood out from the others. It was in a family plot. With my hand on the stone, I said, “I miss you, my friend.” Charlie was sitting next to me, looking up at me as I spoke.“You have no right to touch my brother’s tombstone.” Take your filthy dog and leave now!”Standing there was Mario, an angry young man. He hadn’t changed in looks. Older, but he had that posture like his father. Maybe it was the suit. Next to him his sidekick, Lucas. Older but still looked like a lost boy..