My grandparents were already in my native village. The discussion was going in the evening at home. I purposely informed during the conversation that ... am also going for an outing with my friends. (which I wasn’t going I said just for the sake of it)Then my uncle and dad forced me to cancel my trip and be with my aunt because she was alone. (I wanted this to happen). My inner joy had no limits and I was on cloud nine. On the other side, my aunt was looking at me and blushing. I understood I am. After months of anticipation, I ran to greet him like I was the lead role in a romantic movie and I then proceeded to give him the most awkward peck on the lips ever. Seriously? That was the best I could do for a first kiss? I didn’t know then that it would be my last first kiss ever. Thankfully, he was undeterred by my awkwardness and he countered my peck with a kiss that turned my legs to jello and my heart to mush. On the short ride to our hotel, his fingertips traced lightly along my knee. Even so, he, or she, or it, still insisted on searching Sally carefully for what contraband I can't imagine, before stamping my passport and lifting the barrier. This allowed us to inch forward into the traffic jam in ahead.It took us a full hour to make it to the other end of this segment, where we went through the entire process once more, including another through search, before we could proceed onwards to the next segment.I now have a transit visa, along with accompanying entry and exit. Behind the bar was Mooky, the owner. He watched them walk toward him like he wanted to run out the back. Mooky knew that these two were the police. The only customer in the bar was one old guy at the end of the bar; apparently he was the resident bar fly.“You Mooky?” Judy DeFranco asked. The bartender nodded. “We’d like to talk with you a minute.”She put a mug shot of Big Lou Swenson on the bar. “You know this character?” Mooky nodded again and she asked “Seen him around lately?”Mooky was a big.