‘Firing pins?’ ‘For AK-108s and –74s.’ Murphy shrugged. ‘I talked a few of them into allowing me to dry fire their guns. I’m sure no one...will miss them for a day or two.’ Morgenstern pushed aside the top layer. ‘Are these detonators?’ ‘From suicide bomber kits.’ A large grin formed around the pipe stem. ‘My mom let me play with her bomb disposal kit while I was growing up … as she watched, of course. I picked up just enough to stay alive. I didn’t mention she was on the bomb squad?’ Morgenstern. The next task was to contact the various agencies and laboratories in Italy. I wanted to get my foot in the door and book a slot. Once I started bandying about the name Michelangelo, I began to generate interest and I was pleasantly surprised by the response. Where was the painting from? Why do you think it is a Michelangelo? Can you send a photo? I was wary of sending a photograph, as this would possibly leak back to Craig, via the trade. I would wait for the sale, which was just four days. A lovely fragrance surrounded me and I was left speechless. I just kept looking at her as she invited me inside and asked me to make myself comfortable. Madhu was that day a sexy mallu woman, full of heat. Her’s was an open kitchen, so I was observing her doing some work in the kitchen. While she was near the sink, I watched her ass and started getting turned on. We talked generally about the day etc. She got some wine and we sipped while we spoke. We talked about everything. She kept asking. The thunderstorm, however, moved our TV antenna and my father was not getting reception for his afternoon football game. So he handed me one of my toy walkie talkies, a screwdriver, took me to the back, put on a ladder, and told me to get up on the roof and move the antenna sideways as he gave me instructions. I cautiously got up and walked up the roof towards the chimney, where the antenna was fixed. As I reached the chimney, I was able to see into our neighbor's backyard. Looking over the top.