He was staying in a huge two-storeyed bungalow with big lawns both at the front & at the back of his bungalow. Two huge iron gates opened to the bunga...low. He was a tall, well-built man whom I had seen occasionally during his periodic rounds in our village, but I was unaware about his secret reputation with women.As I arrived at the bungalow by a cycle-rickshaw, the bungalow watchmen opened the gates to let me in. The bungalow suspiciously looked dark & silent, as if the electricity supply had. Me usko bike par betha kar calana laga raste me me break mar ma kar cuachi ke maja le raha tha.Office pauchane ke baad uske traning start ho gai main usko aapna cabin me le gaya main kaha ke aunty aap ke duty apni company me he hai me usko kaam samjane laga maina ek lady gaurd ko bulaya aur kaha ke inke size ke uniform store room se lekar aaoo wo cali gai kamla n mujhe se kaha beta uniform kis liya main kaha ke yahi phan kar to aap ko duty karna hai kamla hadbada gai uniform aagayi maina kaha. Peggy Jo just said sex was more exciting that way.Arnie, on the other hand, had a schedule. He and Tilly had a weekly arrangement on Thursday night and were steady customers in room 17, no reservations required. Peggy Jo took advantage of his absence and invited some of the neighbors over for a drink. Strangely, they were only male neighbors.It seemed to be working for both of them until two and a half years into their marriage, Peggy Jo became pregnant again. Arnie knew it wasn't his. PJ. At the bottom of my sock drawer was a nice Italian sounding name that I had paid big bucks for on a quick visit to Tijuana a couple of months ago with a brand new passport that was real enough but was all bullshit other than the photo with my hair a bit longer and a moustache that looked false even though it was the real thing and took a hell of a long time to grow.I knew there was always a chance that things could go sour in Arizona or even up here in Nevada. I found that I was shuttling.