’ Sally listened to the song wondering when he was going to get to the end, but it just kept going. Curious, she asked, “What are you singing?”H...rry stopped singing and answered, “It’s an old Gandy Dancer work song.”“I have no idea what that means.”To while away the time, Harry talked about the days when men called Gandy Dancers performed maintenance of the railroad tracks. Their job was to straighten tracks, keep them the proper distance apart, and replace the railroad ties that were rotting.. He was inexperienced, and after 10 minutes of sucking, he said that his jaw is aching. I saw him with anger and slapped him hard.Me: Rand hai tu mera. Main jaisa bolungi waise karneka. Jyada shanpatti nahi karneki. (You are my gigolo. You will do whatever I say. Don’t try to be over-smart)I got some cigarettes from the drawer and started to smoke. Then I again sat on his chest and started to blow smoke on his face. Then I took a sip and exhaled all the smoke inside his mouth. He started. The Exchequer was hovering easily a few feet below while the Dispatcher nudged himself neatly through the hole and grabbed Sam from the neck with a huge metal clamp that closed itself shut with a loud echoing snap. It fit perfectly, allowing only breathing in a very rudimentary sense.The Trader had been caught off guard because of his lousy temper. As much as he tried to foam through the mouth and irregularly curse in unknown dialects and verses, he had been caught. They, Sam corrected in his. “Yes,” I replied. “When you get settled in, come in and let’s chat.”I was a bit nervous. I looked at some of the demand letters she had prepared the night before and made some minor corrections and additions.Suddenly, Rita cleared her throat and I looked up to see her standing in front of my desk. On most days, Rita wore either some nice business-casual slacks or designer jeans to work. On this day, she was attired in modestly short skirt, cut several inches above her knees and stiletto heels..