Bhardawaj: Ah, I see. But why did you do all this?Angad: Not any specific reason sir, Just wanted you to have a nice time and…Mr. Bhardawaj: Perhaps...London is still on your mind.Angad: Shall we discuss that later, sir, now? Let’s concentrate on the party.Mr. Bhardawaj: As you say, young man, let’s go.Swati saw both Mr. Bhardawaj and Angad getting up. The employees had slowly started to leave the place. It was time to make her move now, thought Swati as she saw Angad and Mr. Bhardawaj. "Stay" I told him, like he was a dog. "Don't move!" Suzie and I went to get the video camera and set it up. We took our time to make Dave really sweat it out. When we returned five minutes later, he hadn't moved.I couldn't have imagined it possible but Dave started looking even more scared when we started setting up the camera beside the bed. What a priceless moment! After coaching Dave a little bit, I had Suzie turn on the camera. Dave began talking about how much he liked getting fucked by a. A large part of that of course was simply the fact that in a relatively small town, there are only so many places to go.So if the over forty crowd hangs out in one bar, the over twenty crowd is going to hang out somewhere else.And that's where we begin our story. There's a bar on the east side of town called the Boar's Nest. It's run by a guy who has obviously watched too many episodes of the Dukes of Hazard.He grew up with us. He actually wanted us to call him Boss Hogg. But we've always. Three cops got out and looked in the boot, then they inspected the clock. The packing contained a plastic bag of white powder. They said it was some form of cocaine and immediately one got in our car, and the other two took Emily to theirs. In town (Population 12,873 this time) we were ushered into the Sheriff's office and one took me aside, while Emily went with the others. "Gotta see if your stories hang together." one said, which seemed reasonable.The interview was a touch aggressive, but I.