When in Rome, he chuckled to himself. He looked back at the oncoming parade, still too far away for any details, then heard a scream as the fat woman ...rgasmed. A minute later, he could just make out two huge niggers walking ponderously at either edge of the aisle, a hazy pale figure slightly behind them, and a dancing woman prancing around. As he squinted for a better look, he smelled the musky odor of fuck sweat, and the fat black whore handed him a small glass with a white liquid. As he. Rakesh was still asleep.I could hear Radha mom was shouting, “Rakesh! Wake up son. It’s almost 10:30. See Grandpa has gone. Even Deepu also left.”Rakesh finally woke up half an hour later. He done the brushing and went into the hall. I quickly switch the place. Now I stood behind my closed bedroom doors and started peeping from door gap. Radha mom quickly brought cup of tea in front of Rakesh. Both smiled each other. Rakesh sat on the chair and started reading newspaper. Meanwhile Radha mom. "Oh, God, what have I done?" I could sense she was beginning to cry again. I didn't want that. No matter what happened from that point forward, I didn't want her to cry about what had ALREADY happened. So I immediately covered her mouth with mine, startling her enough to keep the cry at bay.We kissed, less intensely than before, and after a few minutes, she pushed me away. I looked at her face, looking for any sign she was going to cry. Instead, her face looked resolute. She continued pushing. It seems they got two calls. One came through the 911 dispatch system from a very upset helicopter charter pilot. He said that three 'Russian mafia" types had hired him to fly them to a desert road on the west side of the Owyhee Mountain area. He dumped them there when the guys jumped out to set up an ambush in the road with assault weapons. I guess that's the guys who tried to ambush you, huh?" Yeh, that's what happened. One of the Russians, their leader, I think, popped off a couple of pistol.