" That's as maybe, bring me that drink and be quick about it."John found a cloth and cleared up the wine. After opening another bottleand placing it w...ith a fresh glass he returned to the lounge door. Heknocked and Vera said, "Come in."He could not fail to notice that the cane was across Vera's lap. Heplaced the tray beside Vera, stood back and facing Vera curtseyed again."Adopt the position," said Vera coldly."But Madame, it was an acc..." No backchat. That's another stroke added already."John. Girls….Sachmei…Its…Like heaven……Par mei bhi kaha rukne wala tha…Kya najara tha…..Or ab mei jhadne wala tha…Or mene unse kaha mera pani nikalne wala tha kehti….Mere upar hi chodoooo bolte….Ahhhhhhhhh….Ufffffffff…Yessssssssss……Nikallaaaaaaa…..Aunty……Or aunty khadi hoke…Mujsee.Lipat….Gai…Or kiss hi kiss karne lagi or mei dhila hua or apne se dur kiya…………..Par dosto abhi to suruat hui…Thi…Vo nahne lagii ….,mere sath or nahte2 vo bhi garm hone lagi or mera;ka betha land fir khada hone lagatha …Mene. Pretty funny when you consider that I still ride a bike ten miles a day at least four days a week.’ ‘You said you retired twice?’ ‘Twenty-four years with the feds—retired at fifty-eight…three years ago. Border patrol, then CIA and finally DEA—until some Mexican drug dealer took out my left hip—I did get the bastard. Also Titanium…long damn rehab but I don’t even walk with a limp. My second dose of 100% disability. I did some private—government contractors— security work for a couple of years. He knocked on my door and came walking in. My mom wasn't going to be home for at least another hour. My hookup's name was nicknamed Crush. He got this name by introducing my neighborhood a type of Valejo weed called "Orange Crush", which was the most potent shit we'd ever blown.Mike and I talked as Crush rolled blunt after blunt, until a pile of Cigar tobacco was towering on the table. We put the four bars in a bag and left.~~~~~~~~~~~The party had finally began. Now, here's the deal. I could.