Nothing has changed. I just wanted you to see why Carmine isn’t going to hurt anybody.’ Carol came back carrying a stiff bourbon/water. ‘If that...��s not strong enough. . .’ she said tentatively. I gratefully gulped half the glass’s contents. The whiskey burned a comforting path down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt better. ‘I don’t understand,’ I said. ‘I thought we were business associates — partners, even. Partners don’t blackmail each other.’ Steve sighed. ‘Sad to say, Jim, in this. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was nice enough, especially for a roadside motel. Nate's work usually took him away from the interstates. It was mainly rural highways, where a three-star establishment was worshipped. This room had a mini-kitchenette with a coffee maker, microwave and fridge. There was even a hair dryer in the bathroom (making it one of the nicer places he'd stayed) and a desk that showcased a table card proclaiming a high-speed Internet connection. The desk drawer had a pen. Kyoki shadishuda ko patane k liye yeh jaruri hai nahi toh jute pad sakte hai.or agle din se chalu ho gaya kuch dino mai pata laga ki aunty toh ek dam chalu hai or suna ki unka affair bhi hai.tab socha kuch kaam ban sakta hai.but fir mai business k kam mai lag gaya or aunty toh dimag se he nikal gayi.Ese he business k kam se he muje indore jana tha.tab he ankit mere office aaya or bola bhai yar muje lappi par kuch kam hai use kar lu toh mai bola kyo nahi.tabhi muje yad aaya bus ki ticket book. This would be his third day in a row without wearingpants. It still surprised him that he was actually doing it. With onemore big breath for courage, he opened his door and went out.He knocked on her door and took half a step back. As soon as the dooropened he dropped a curtsey and said, "Good morning, Mistress."Mel smiled and let him in. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied.Chad dropped his diaper bag and purse on the floor next to the tablenear her door and handed her his bag of empty.