.." Yessir." Burkhalter." Yessir?" You've got the watch while I help the Chief with his weapon. Don't stay quiet if anything seems to be happening. An... I do mean anything. We don't know shit about what these people might be plannin'. So, if anything moves down there - tell me about it!" Right, Sir. I understand, Mr. Nichols." Good. Keep the overwatch, Burkhalter." I've got it, Mr. Nichols."Dan turned to Chief McEwan. "Let's get it assembled, Chief."The Chief smiled. His pearly white teeth split. One day as we met in the afternoon, I could feel that he was little restless. I asked him “ki hoeche? Aajke eto gambhir aar chupchap keno?”(what’s the matter? Why are you so serious and quiet today?) Balaram replied “ amar bondhura amake niye khoob thatta korche ami tas khelte jaina bole” (my friends are making fun of me because I am not going for playing cards with them”).I said “ohh tai bujhi!! Tumi ebar theke aar amar sange thakbe na? taas khelte jabe?” (ohh is it so? you want to go and play. As the wife of a successful bank manager, Judith had enjoyed the perks. The bank paid for membership in Bethlehem’s Saucon Valley Country Club. Her husband, Chad, made good money and they were careful how they spent it. Their home had been tasteful, in a good neighborhood and priced just below the median market. When it was time to buy up, they wanted their home to be easy to sell and in an area that would continue to experience increased value.Chad was almost the perfect suburban husband, hard. You tugged her to the edge with two fingers stiff enough to pop eyeballs. She drooled onto your shoulder, gasping. You sucked the loose skin under her chin. You loved how short she was, how short all women are, beneath you, below, looking up, stroking the muscles beneath your collar bone with perfectly-painted fingertips. You sniffed her silver scalp, looked down your nose at the whirlpool of hairs on the crown of her head. Your forearm rashed her soft belly as you tickled the magic triangle.