But as always it is some routine call from my head clerk. On the evening of 14th August I feel depressed- no call has come. The sight of the telephone...instrument makes me feel angry. I get up early on the morning of the Independence Day. I have to unfurl the flag in the office compound at 7:30 AM. Getting up so early is difficult for a later riser like me. But the fact that I shall have the privilege of unfurling the flag in my office and watching the district level Independence Day function in. Before the deputy could get to the scene, the dickhead came out of his house. "What are you doing in my drive way?" he asked."Oh I'm here to make sure you don't go anywhere before the Sheriff gets here," I said."You called the sheriff?" he asked."You should be glad I did. The alternative was to shoot you and set fire to your house. That woman you ran off and left to die sent me." I said."Who are you?" he asked."The name is Sylvia Porter and I'm a private investigator. I am also working for the. Moira had smiled and told them that they would need to get up early to do that as she worked the early shift, and even though she sometimes stayed on to swim she was home before they were likely to appear at the club.Margaret hearing that Joe and Isa were members perked up and said,"I have been putting on a few pounds recently," she told us, "maybe I should think about working out too. I used to belong to a gym and every year I would start out full of determination and then fall away. As a. "fag"..."who's the gay guy?" I heard through muddledlaughter. They knew damn well why I was dressed this way, but I guess theprotection of the locker room gave them a bit of extra confidence to saysomething."Alright, yeah, I get it. I'm a spectacle," I coldly replied, to no onein particular. "You know damn well I'm not the first and won't be thelast who had to do this, so piss off."That didn't work either. One freshman boy chimed up above the crowd "areyou wearing panties?" with an annoying.