“Beautiful sky, isn’t it?” It was our waitress checking in on us. “It’s one of the perks living here in Saratoga Springs. Can I get you two ...nother drink?”Deborah turned her face to mine. “One more?”Why not. My idea of an early evening was already gladly shot to hell.“May I bring you a light blanket?” the waitress added. “Looks like you’re going to be here a while and the temperature will drop more.” Looking at Deborah, she added, “You’re probably going to want it.”“Sounds like a good idea.”And. "No, of course. I understand. Let me guess though. Was it some form of hypnosis of the audience, perhaps with the Swami's ruby? Or was it something even more remarkable; the real Indian rope trick?"Gregg's jaw dropped open at the mention of the Swami. He stared at Maxine without saying anything and then sat down beside her."Hiram Heron wasn't the only one that wrote about the Swami and his followers," Maxine went on. "It's surprising what you can find out in the museum and the library with a. I was in Andhra Pradesh then. The first child was born to them in the first half of 2005. The second child was born in 2007.Sheeba is approximately of my age. I call her by name. She has no problem with it. She too calls me by my name. Sheeba’s husband, Prakash is still in Dubai. As he draws good salary there, he is continuing with the company. Here, back in Kerala Sheeba lives in her husband’s house with her two children. She has to look after Prakash’s old father and mother. She is living. . but it always seemed like it would fall apart in the sticky goo, and leave little white nodules crusted onto my stomach or dick when I tried to wipe myself off. And it would take a half-a-box to finally get all cleaned off. And something made me just basically try to explain that. Not make anything up. Not so explicitly, though."I tried kleenex. It doesn't work," I said, still probably sounding whiny, though it was mostly the embarrassment in my voice. She looked puzzled, so I had to explain.