. bring it in." Mansoor said and opened the folding doors completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattr...ss in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something I couldn't quite place... probably just grease and male sweat. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone."Can I use the phone?" I asked."Yes. ”“Sure, is there a problem? Something I can do?”“Yes, Mr. Butcher, Kevin, there is. It is important that you resist your desire to protect Rebecca with violence. Our religious beliefs are firm; we do not resist violence. Please remember this while you are courting my daughter and while you live under my roof.”“Mr. Schmidt, I don’t know what else I could do. I don’t have the ability to stand by.”“Kevin, the ability you think you lack is strength and perhaps conviction. You have both in. Use ghasitate hue wo aage chala gaya, maa ko laga ab ye kuch bhi na sunenga.Abhi bola chut de do aur saree le lo ok thats final. Wo haa boli, to wo bola ho sali puri nangi, usne uska dvd lagaya wo dhire dhire pure kapade utar diya kya hot najara tha wo, pura white badan, bade bade mumme, badan pe ek bhi hair na, chut lal gori, wow aise laga me hi chadh jau but muze aage ka scene dekhana tha aur muze meri maa-bete ki laxmanrekha langani nahi thi. To usne use gana bhi yad he muje uspe dance karne. I supposed that was as good a hiding place as any. The door creaked open.“Hello, darling.” I said.“Hello!” Was his pathetic retort. He stood there looking stupid, once again donning that outfit I gave to him.My fingers curled and uncurled in an agitated manner that I feared may have been telling of my morbid intent, yet he shewed no signs of recognition. I should have seen him for the stupid thing he was when we first met. He just stood there like a deer in the headlights for what must have.