"Got any a'yer own?" he said with a smile. I produced my purse and jangled it in my palm.It was a high stakes game with one strange twist, every time ...he deal got back to the banker, we played a "Cindy" hand and the winner not only got the pot, he got a turn with the lissome young lady on a couch along the far side of the room. We had plenty to drink, a bit to eat, and some very quiet and serious card playing.When one of the men was being served by the tea-colored whore, we hardly heard his. – The story continues from part 9– All characters involved in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone dead or living.Mother and I – Part 10From the diary of Prashant Sharma……..This is the diary to chronicle events which took place in the last 43 years of my life.This the year 2011, month of February and am 64 years old. Presently, I am sitting at my desk in my posh house in New Delhi and writing this diary.My vital organs are failing and I could be gone within next month or. ”, she replied, kissing me. “Thanks Jeff.”, my father-in-law said, extending his hand, “This means a lot to us.”“Your both very welcome, but that beautiful little girl over there is responsible for all of this. I didn’t do much.”, I responded, pointing to Beth. She was indeed beautiful as always. She was wearing a red, tight fitting, mid thigh dress, with black high heels. Her hair was just off the shoulders and looked amazing. I moved over to her, getting through the crowd.“Hi baby, you did. Adam or Wes, what if the engine inhales that gear door?”There was a long silence. Adam finally came on the radio; “That won’t happen. If the doors tear off, and I think they will, they’ll stay below the engine nacelles as they blow past the plane. In any case, be prepared for normal shutdown and fire just in case. You’ll probably lose all three gear doors in the dive, but not the gear itself.”‘Oh, great, ‘ I thought, ‘then I could try the infamous ‘no-airport, no-engine, failed-gear,.