I noticed right away that the bartenders were not as glib with local gossip as I was used to encountering, and I finally worked out that it was becaus... they were afraid of spies from the local crime bosses. At the very minimum, a bartender who talked too much could find himself with a broken mirror the next day. That was too much money to take a chance for no good reason.There was one newspaper in town, a weekly, as most were, that was not afraid to name names, times, and places, but most of. " So what did you learn?" sissy boy asked."Well he is an amateur. If he was working for someone, they would hardly trust him to deliver that note. He is consulting with someone. That someone is a partner, so either the girl is with him, or there are multiple amateurs involved. I would bet my skinny ass she is involved. It's probably her and her boyfriend, maybe one extra gun thug, just in case you were to send someone dangerous with the money. Someone also has you under surveillance. That does. Your wife catches me staring. Shit!She returns an inquisitive 2-3 seconds of eye contact with me, a lifetime in this scenario. Her instinct/suspicion is that my prolonged glance was no accident; that this "stranger" sitting at the bar was just checking her glorious ass out. Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wife and clearly his preference in women was just that.I immediately. Main bhaaw khaati hui boli: Nahi, maoka di thi aapko papa, aapne nahi lee.Papa mere kaan ko pakad halke se marodte hue bole: Badmaash, papa ko pareshaan karo bas ye sab jhoot bolke.Main hasti hui boli: Hahaha, jhoot nahi bol rahi.Papa: Achcha!Main: Agar yakeen nahi to dekh lijiye hath lagake.Papa honto pe sharart bhari muskan liye ek baar kitchen ke taraf dekhe. Fir apne baanye hath ko neeche lakar meri jangh par rakh diye. Dheere dheere meri skirt ke andar hath le gaye. Main unke badte hath ko.