Unbeknownst to him, all of his actions were being closed monitored by a couple of rough, unshaven men sitting at a table across from their booth. They...glanced at each other and exchanged a grin.The one looking directly at Travis wore a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off with a knife and a dirty orange sleeveless jacket vest that had seen better days. The tattoo of a skull with knife stabbed into the back of it and snake curling out of the eye sockets had faded to a dull green, but it looked. "Sorry about this, Megan." Ron Dawson rubbed Loopy's head affectionately. "He knows better than to jump that fence, don't you boy? I don't know what got into him today. You like Miss Megan, buddy boy?" He grinned. "Miss Megan doesn't particularly like dogs. I'm surprised she even let you in her kitchen. You must have charmed the pants off her, right?" He grinned again, blushing brightly. "Excuse my off-hand remark, Megan. I don't think anymore before opening my mouth. A consequence of growing. ” Eto ta bole mamai abar theke didir ekta tipte aar anno mayee ta chuste laglo aar ami jore jore komor choliye didir guude ghopa ghop thap marte laglam. Didi o nijer komor ta jore jore narrate narrate amake bollo, “haan, Partho jore jore thap mar amar guuder bhetore. Oh! Ah! Aro jore jore gunto mar amar guuder bhetore re. Amar guuder jol khosabar shomeye eshe geche re khankir chele. Bas theek emni kore aro 5-6 ta thap mar amake amar guuder jol beriye ashche. Tuo amake kosher kosher aro koek. We actually never did eat lunch that afternoon. What happened was that Becky told me that she would drive and we ended up in a vacant farm field about three miles away from work with her hand in my pants. When we first pulled off the main road and then down a dirt one I said in alarm, still not knowing what was in store for me, "Hey, this isn't the way to Denny's!" Becky glanced over at me and smiled saying, "Yeah I know. I thought I'd have a special meal today if it's okay with you." Believe.