Or so itseemed.Chapter ITo the casual observer, the scene was ordinary, six friends enjoying awine and cheese picnic on the white sands of one of thos... idyllichamlets along North Carolina's Outer Banks. They were all dressed forit, too. The women in bright, stylish cover-ups, the men either bare-chested or like Bob Wynant pulling a seersucker hoodie on to ward offthe late summer evening's oncoming chill. The three couples looked toall the world as if they were enjoying a well earned vacation. One way or another he would pay for his sins.Within a few days the genesis of one or two ideas began to form. If there were two main objectives for me they were to protect my twenty-fifth anniversary stock award and to somehow extract at least half the equity from our home, if not more. If I focussed on just one or two things I would probably be better off.Gradually, I began to become immune to my feelings when it came to Sandra. If she wanted sex, I gave her every excuse I could think of to. Bollo- tahole bichanai chol.Ami bichanai giye dhon khara kore shuye portei boudi mukhe niye barata chuste aromvo korlo. Eivabe aro 10 minute choshar por jholke jholke ami or mukhe taja birjo dhallam. Boudi shobtuku gile kheye nilo. Kichukkhon por dujone uthe porlam. Jete jete ami boudi ke joriye dhore chumu khelam. Boudio amake response korlo. Daan haat-ta buker opor rekhe bollo- ekhon ektu aste aste kore tipe de, porey shob hobe. Amio aste aste boudir mai tipte laglam. Kichukkhon tepon khawar. All but one of which had a cloth draped over it to hide what was on it. There was a man wearing a yamika at the bench on the far right.Hiram Meyer was a small frail looking, exuberant little man. His yamika was of a pristine white satin and he wore small round glasses with multiple magnifying lenses attached. He was working on a very delicate looking necklace of intertwined gold and silver chains and muttering to himself in Yiddish. While his accent marked him as coming from somewhere in.