The little den was too small to be of any use for anything except maybe a home office, if the business was one telephone and a computer. But, it boast...d a nice office chair and I felt comfortable in one of those. Like at work. Business! I picked up the phone and dialed."Hello?" Hello Dee. It's me. Sorry about last night but I just had to get out of there before I did something I would regret later." Pete! Thank God. I had no idea where you were. I called Marty and she called Butch and he. I do not have any contact here. I shifted to saket in Delhi. I used to go to office and come back there was no social life as such and there were nobody i knew in the city my life has become very boring and there was not much entertainment left in my life one night I decided to get a call girl and fuck her.I used to do this frequently at my home town as I was aware that where I will get the call girl. I had a neighbor who talks a lot about sex and call girls. I went to him and asked him to get. We took a half hour afterwards to cuddle with each other, as we always did. I kissed her forehead and stroked her cute little ass as she toyed with my chest hair.“I love you, Harry.” She said.I was a bit shocked; “I love you too.” I answered without thinking.Once said, such a thing cannot be undone.But as I picked up my shoes from the floor, I saw something ender the edge of the bed; a watch. A man’s watch. The watch I’d given Phil for Christmas two years before.I went back to the office. In 1939, Cornpone had been arrested for selling armory supplies to Prohibition gangsters. But it was 1932 and he had a thriving business going. In another six years, recognizing that eventually the country was going to war, the Provost Marshal General decided that an extensive inventory of Army property needed to be done.In the general way of Army protocol, local Provost Marshals were normally allowed to police their own ... the wolf guarding the sheep, so to speak. The General realized.