I made up a story about a traveling salesman called Darrin that had taken advantage of me when I swooned from the heat behind the dance hall barn on a... whooping and hollering Saturday night. I think they thought I was just trying to protect my trio of cousins from the responsibilities of fatherhood, but I didn’t mind that sort of rumor because the truth of spreading my legs for a revenue agent was a whole lot less appealing tale to explain my less than immaculate conception.Fortunately, things. To woh turant maan gayi aur boli ki theek hai chalo aaj tumhare hath ki coffee pi k dekhti hoon.Hum log meri car se mere ghar gaye aur meine unko hall mein bithaya aur mein change karne mere room mein chala gaya thodi der baad jab woh room mein aayi toh meine sirf pant pahena tha t-shirt nahi to unhone pucha gym bhi jaate ho kya meine kaha haa roj shaam ko.Phir unhone meri body pe haath ghumaya aur boli solid.Phir meine coffee banayi aur unko di.Woh thodi bahot khul k baat karne lagi thi.Woh 2. ”“Dag,” he lowered his voice, “forgive me, but the game you want isn’t in your league. Technically, it doesn’t exist. This is Washington State, remember.”“I understand, Frank,” I said. “Let’s just say that a businessman from the East is coming into town tonight and he wants to play where someone might be interested in a company he is selling.”“I see,” Frank said. “What would this businessman’s name be?” I took a moment to do a mental inventory of identities that I could use and not get in. Once he had succeeded in shedding his clothing, he joined her in the bathroom, Alba waiting for him inside the shower cubicle. This was one amenity that had to be Alba-sized, and it took up most of the room, the Rookie pushing past the glass door as he squeezed in beside her. There was just enough room for the both of them, the shower head hanging a mere inch above Alba’s bouncy hairdo. He found himself facing her, his head at chest-height to her as she peered down at him with a smirk on her.