She never acted unusual in the home. She always appeared to be a dutiful and conservative housewife.Imran intended to get some proof of her sexual act...vity and use it to blackmail her into letting him enjoy her sexual pleasures also.The main telephone line ran by near the servant room where he lived, and he spliced in an extension to it so he could record all phone conversations. He soon learned that his ma’am was having erotic conversations with her lover almost every day, and always. The soft murmur of conversations all but ceased. More confident now, his mellow voice grew louder. Almost immediately the hardened men, down on their luck, drew nearer to listen to the clear strong voice of the young hobo.The first song was about daddy and home. I still remember the first few lines of the lyrics..."I'm dreaming tonight of an old Southern Town,And the best friend a man ever had.I'm getting so tired of roaming around,I'm going back home to Dad."It was plain, his clear sweet voice. It looked like a small airliner made into a corporate jet.“It’s the AN-148, a Ukrainian jet,” he replied. “Perhaps you should buy one to accommodate your growing family,” he suggested.“I was just thinking the same thing,” I mused, surprising him. “The C-20 holds the most passengers, and it’s pretty crowded. We have twenty-one people right now, and when the girls start having babies, we’ll need even more room. We’d need to convert a bigger passenger jet, but this looks a little smaller than a. I am buying drinks at The Palette; this shopping day is over for me.” To Shop Owner Dan added his invitation to stop by when she closed shop for the day. “I am going to call Artsy and see if she will join us, Mrs. Patron too. You will be among friends.” As far as Laura was concerned the last detail required to make her illicit, though still sweet, wedding a go had been checked off. She gave a warm hug to Shop Owner as thanks when the woman returned her American Express card. She hugged and.