He cruised the area with his mule and wagon and made part of his living making deliveries or picking up used tires, refrigerators, sinks, or whatever ...efuse could be sold or rebuilt. The local shopping area had a small supermarket, a liquor store, a cleaners, and a restaurant and beer hall on the corner of Linden Street. My dad's relatives owned that property and ran the businesses. The area was a decaying part of Memphis built in the 1890's. The old two story houses that were still standing. Fix it or else I’ll...”“You’ll what?”“I’ll fucking shoot you, asshole. Did you think this was for show?”The asshole just chuckled.“Of course it was. I already told you, you are not going to shoot me.”“The hell I won’t. You gonna give me some sort of ‘if you were going to you already would have’ bullshit?”“No,” he said, “Because you cannot.”“What?”“Look down.”I did.The gun in my hand was no a gun at all, but instead a light, fluffy feather duster. Ornate, frilly, and completely ridiculous. A. .Hitesh- ek shart pe me tujhe maf karunga me tere samne teri wife ko chodunga…..Ashish- (gusse se) haramzade ye kya keh raha he tu me tujhe jaan se mar dunga kamine…Hitesh- thik he me aaj hi teri wife ko sab kuch bata deta hu fir dekh or me ye bhi keh dunga ki ye tera idea tha or tune meri wife ke sath zabardasti ki heAshish- (darrte hue) bhai tu esa ku kar raha he kya milega tujhe me divya se bohot pyar karta hu…..Hitesh- me bhi sanjan se bohot pyar karta hu….Thak ke ashsih ne ha bol di(hitesh. He turned back to Her proffering them, “Last chance to tell me before they’re lit little girl…” Her eyes were wide with alarm but still She shook Her head. He used the tallow candle first. Its flame was stuttering and unreliable but all he wanted was the heat which was more than sufficient to melt the fat and let it fall across Her already abused breasts. She shrieked at the first drip of it and while it burnt down Her cries were ceaseless. He burnt half of the fat candle away and.