. Tana hubby chennai lo job chestadu, tanu okkarte hyderabad lo untundi.. Aite oka roju nannu valla intiki rammandi.. Nenu aa roju bailteri guntur nun...i night 8 kalla tanu cheppina address ki vellanu.. Nannu pickup chesukoni tana intiki tiskellindi…. Ventane door lock chesesam.. Inka nenu aunty ne pattukoni deggirki laaganu tanani gattiga kougilichukoni premato tana forehead meeda muddu icchannu aa tarvata tana lips meeda kiss chesi oka 1 min, inka nenu snaanam chesi vasta ani vellanu… Snaanam. " Well, I'll be." the barber exclaimed. "I want to thank you for running that dead beat son of a bitch out of town. He never paid me a cent, ever." Well, I'll always pay you. But I'll shoot you if you mess up my hair." The barber laughed nervously at the joke and hoped Harley was truly joking.When the haircut was finished, Harley paid him the asked for fifty cents and tossed him another two bits. He nodded and left to complete his rounds.As the sun went higher in the sky, he walked back to the. I spent the day piddling away at various projects I was working on. As much as I wanted to just get up, walk next door, and offer to help my new neighbors, I didn't want to appear desperate. At least, not as desperate as I was.At about four, I got a call from one of my best friends, Beth Moorhead. Beth was married to the Dave Moorhead who owned the moving company I'd "worked" for yesterday. Beth owned her own dressmaking shop, and she and Dave were the parents of two kids, including my. Then they took the booth next to mine, the one that was connected by the glory hole. I sat in silence, not saying a word, as I heard them close the door to their booth and slide the catch. My pulse was racing as I remained perfectly still. The only sound was from the TV monitor in front of me; playing the video I'd rented earlier (but hadn't really been watching).Suddenly, whoever it was on the other side rapped their knuckles on the wall beside me. It was a sign. knew what it signified! I.