A/C in warranty. So she raised replacement request through my company portal. My higher officials informed me to verify the condition of that product....Isha welcomed me with the warm smile into his house. Then said the details of the repaired A/C. In the meantime, she asked me anything want to drink. I said anything is ok for me. Then she went to the kitchen, prepared some fruit juice for me and her. After finish the juice she asked me to her room to check the A/C condition. Due to some reason,. Since the cinder-block building had been abandoned by the previous owner, the front doors and all the windows had been boarded up. The gang had been accessing the building through the one back door, which Sean had blocked when he had backed the truck up against it after he was certain that the last member of the gang had gone inside. The intelligence that Rick Acosta had obtained confirmed that a Major Ellis still led the organized crime operations of all Black gangs in South Georgia, and that. "God damn, son of a jack ass. Ain't got smarts enough ta hang onta my damn water!" Patrick wiped a dust caked sleeve across his mouth. He turned and stared at the ground he had just covered. "She-it. Could 'a dropped that damn canteen anywheres." For a fact, his stomach tightened, knowing he could have dropped, lost or set his canteen down at any of a hundred places.His wits thinning by the moment, Patrick spun around in his tracks. He must find a landmark. He needed a landmark before he'd have. Everybody in the neighborhood was. I told her I had an extra ticket if she wanted to go. And she paused. "Assuming you're over twenty-one." "I'm over twenty-one," she squeaked. I knew that was a lie, but I didn't care. She said it. Turned out she was eighteen. Barely eighteen. I gave her my number and told her to text me if she changed her mind. She kissed me goodbye. A gentle kiss. Her lips were so soft with just a hint of plumpness. I didn't want to leave, but there were friends.