") had written a book on fly fishing in the wake of "A River Runs Through It," and we'd met a couple years before. I got up the nerve to call him and ...e agreed to fly in on his way to New York for a book-signing event. After we'd finished for the day I suggested stopping at a bar for a few drinks. He demurred, in keeping with his desire not to be mobbed and maintain some semblance of privacy. So we (Brad, me and his bodyguard Barney) walked from the bookstore and I went into the bar, leaving. ” I whispered conspiratorially. “Are you serious or is this some kind of joke?” he asked me and then I stood up and slid off my dress, standing there nude at the bar for him to see. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys and ran to the door. It was a small local bar and probably held only 40 or 50 patrons on a full night, but for the next 20 minutes it held just us two. I walked up to him and placed his hands on my breasts and let him feel me up, leading his one hand to my wet. Maine usse bola” mein to bas pata kar raha tha ki us din ki cheezein tumko pasand aayi ki nahi” (Refer Part 1 of this story) wo hanste hue boli “kaun si cheezein” me-“wo jo uss din chath par hua tha.WO- Kya hua tha?ME- tumne meri pitai ki thi ….WO-acha ….bada maza aya tha naa……usne chidaate huye bola.ME- hmm aur phir …..WO- kya?ME -aur phir mere upar baith gayi thi.WO- sab yaad he nahi…….chal bed par let jaa………Mein let gaya.AB usne apna kameez ko piche se uthaya aur mere face par sideways baith. The US intelligence agencies were already poring over the electronic 'take' from Cheltenham. The terrorists who had been caught before they released the virus in the US had been interrogated and although they hadn't given away much, one thing they had disclosed was that the operation had been code-named 'Bird Song'. The fact that the woman who had originated all of the calls had referred to herself as Bird Song was being seen as a sure indication that she was the leader of what was going on in.