Marlow would be very pleased if I never showed up there again." Well Chuck, I'll leave it up to you."What bothers me is that Robin is right and did sh... know something I was not privy to? So I made up my mind I would tell Mrs. Marlow I am sorry and that should be the end of it. I was hanging out with her son Ron, we were always working on gas engines for generators or pumps out in the garage and there were so many times we came in to get a coke out of the fridge and she would be donning those. Juanita was shocked. “Worried? Why the hell would we need to be worried about some gang kids getting killed?” Juanita quickly turned her intense gaze to her son. “You aren’t messing with gangs or anything, are you?”“Hell no, mom,” Tim exclaimed but quickly remembered who else was in his bedroom. “Sorry. Pardon my French,” he grumbled but continued, “I stay completely away from any of those guys. They introduced themselves to me! Remember the painting of the car? That was them, but they said. She wanted to push me to my limits. She was definitely messing with me.“Manisha Bhabhi, this is not right. We need to stop!” I said, very seriously. There was no way I could let this go any further. I was losing the power I had over myself.“Ohh… Come on, Kapil… Maybe… Maybe, I am just feeling things… You know how nights like these can be…” she restarted the conversation in a very diluted pitch.She was certain I was going to back out, right there. And, she could not let that happen. She just had. There was only one option left, take shelter at a cave nearby and wait till it calmed down. Velamma was hesitant about this, but even she knew there were no other options left. Drenched in the water, they walked into the cave. He was holding a flashlight that was already flickering.“Indigenous tribes used it for shelter thousands of years ago,” the Ranger said.Hikers had left a couple of firewood, broken branches, and twigs. That was enough for the Ranger to build a fire with a butane lighter..