She called me to check TLC for the reaction but I did not respond and sat on my chair and acted as if I am dull. Deepa came to me and kept her hand in...my hair and making movements in my hair and said it’s all girls’ problems dear!How can I share with a guy? I still continued the same but I was enjoying her touch.Deepa: ok stupid lets complete the reaction then we will talk on this and hearing this I soon checked the TLC and found that it may take some 6 more hours to complete. I came near to. The quick-witted sales lady then spread her pitch between the two of us. Three, if Ed was included since she knew more about cars than the rest of us.Even if she worshipped Chargers.It was too much, but one sold Joker and it would no longer be.Ed said, “If you like it, buy it.”She gave her seal of approval. The fifty K off was a huge selling point for me, that it sat five very large people was the other major point.The test drive was very smooth.“Jason, we all owe you man. I can float you until. He look into her eyes. He had never seen eyes as dark as hers they seemed to draw him in. He held up his hand as the bartender was already putting her drink on the bar."How did you know I had a rough day today? Does it shows?" he asked her."The only ones outside of the regulars who come here are the ones looking for something, or to forget something. And you have the look of someone who wants to forget," she responded to his questions.He didn't know why, but he told her about his day. Some. The ability to understand Italian Opera was his reward for the effort it took to reach that level of proficiency.Max the Enforcer was simply another language, a tool, a method for blending in. No one had called him by his real name in over fifteen years. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew that if one looked the part and spoke the part, no one.