“The sound the old black guy heard, the one that pissed him off...” I began. It was good to know that my memories were with me even in death. Some...things could apparently never be taken from me.“What about the sound,” he asked impatiently.“Only one thing sounds like that,” I smiled. “Somebody in that neighborhood was driving a Mustang. And it’s been modified. The motor sounds like it’s cammed and that is definitely not the factory exhaust system.”“Shut up,” he said. “We have no time for your. " How about a cup of coffee and you jot down some notes, without names?"When I brought him onto the patio he looked around a little amazed at the bar, the big screen TV, the pool table just inside the sliding door, and the long table. I introduced him to everyone as a newspaper reporter and that he was going to write the story, without including the names of any participants.We talked and drank coffee for almost an hour. Since I didn't know what was behind the mess that had kept me awake last. Main fir har roj ki tarah subha zym ja raha tha tho aunty ne awaj di main unke ghar gaya aunty ne kaha kabhi ghar bhi aaya karo main akele bor ho jati hu tumhare uncle bhi chale gaye aur ankit buzy rehta hain uncle merchant navy mein thay.Fir maine kaha ha aunty kyu nhn main hasa aur chal diya sham karib 6 baje main aunty ke ghar gaya bell bajaj par kisi ne open nhn kiya main return chala gayaKarib 8 baje aunty mere ghar aayi aur mumi se kaha bura na man tho ek baat bolu mumi ne kaha boliye. Luckily, the water was deep enough for my cock to be below the water and out of sight when I slipped off the board. I moved to the side of the board being careful not to brush against Fran's leg or arm. "Oh, damn," Fran bemoaned. "I wish the pool was longer!" "Okay, okay," I said. "The ride's over. What did you think? Don't you think it's better that being face down all the time?" "You're point was that the victim should be face up in case you needed to give mouth to mouth. Aren't you going to.