” Dane said as he started opening the scooty casing.I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone. “There is no dial tone�...� I said.Dane came over and took the phone from me. As he did, I could not help but notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a pot belly. There were some stains of grease on his belly and arms.“I guess the storm knocked the lines out.”“Oh. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?” I asked.“There’s just our garage and two other. ‘They’re real, concerned friends. But at least one of them is very good at finding out things about everyone, and I’m afraid she’ll go digging to get to the truth about why I’m here…’ I answered, thinking about Mary’s almost magical way of seeing and knowing everything. ‘… and you’re afraid that your husband will find out?’ he finished my sentence. I nodded and looked down at my hands, still not sure about the best way to stop my friends from worrying, and to stop Mary from taking matters into. There was no satisfying him.So finally, after he had tried everything else, Tim tried stealing. The carburetor theft, although unsuccessful, had made him a hero at school, and he found that all the praise and support he had been missing at home was available in the schoolyard. It seemed that every boy in school was eager to hear the story of Tim's caper, of the arrest and the overnight stay in Juvenile Hall. Girls he didn't know would point at him in the halls and whisper excitedly to one. Raj-ye baat hai…Kaisi dikhti hai wo…Reena-mast hai yaar…Wo dikhne mein achhi hai…Bade bade boob hain…Gaand bhi mast hai…Saree pahanti hai…Tum ko maza aayega…Darling raat ko 10 bje aa jayegi…Raj-thanks…Dear…Aaahh…Reena-tumhara to khada ho gya abhi se…Ha ha…Raj-yaar ye to tum ko dekh kr ho jata hai…Reena…Idhar aa ja…Bed pr…Maine reena ko bed pr lita liya.Uske boob ko pakda aur uske hot pr kiss krne lga.Raj-uuuummmaaahhh… Uuunnnnnnnhhhh… Aaaaahhhh… Darling… Boob to tumhare mast hain… Bas chusta hi.