I was on my second martini and beginning to feel a little horny when two guys in tuxedos came into the bar. They could have been brothers – young (a...out 25), Southern frat boy types. You could tell they had good bodies and were probably assholes; entitled rich k**s just out of school and onto careers in investing or the law or what have you. One of them approached the bartender about some special drinks for the wedding in the banquet room and the other one approached me.Hey, how's it going? He. . We used to spend all time together.. She had a best friend, I am unaware of her name.. Always used to come home at night stay over as they used to study together…and i always have to share bed with her with me in middle.. Hated that..Anyway back to the story we reached there around 3 pm and everyone was getting ready for tilak rasam…met my Bua and exchanged few words as she complimented about my growth and all.. You know how Delhi Bua are like…all that time my eyes were searching for her…my. I’m sure that we can come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement...”“You have already demonstrated an inability to distinguish business from personal, Mr. Kim. Now, get out of the bed and go open the French doors.”These doors opened onto the balcony, which in turn overlooked the swimming pool in the back of the house.“Why should I do what you want? You intend to kill me anyway.”“Mr. Kim, I am very good at killing. I am even better at making you wish you were dead. You are a coward, and we both. ----Matt was already tipsy by the time they arrived back at the house. A wine bottle stood on the counter, almost empty. He had lit the BBQ and turned the fairy lights on in the garden. The evening was balmy, bordering on humid."Great to see you, buddy," Matt said, eyeing Ethan's gym-honed physique. "Are you still playing rugby?" Nah, not anymore," Ethan said, taking a swig of the cold beer Matt had given to him. "I have to keep fit for work though." What is it you do exactly?" Matt asked,.