An elegant if leisurely swimmer, his aquatic dexterity was but one reason why he drew many admiring glances. Apart from the sun, the other great tropi...al killer was dehydration. At the poolside this did not pose a problem and he downed several bottle of Fanta before he deemed the sun to be over the yardarm, at which point he got up and went over to the pool-bar for his first pint of the day, the straw coloured local larger called 'Jul-Brew'. While no connoisseur of lager, he found it perfectly. Not wanting to be embarrassed again by Alex Henry began following the group but was held back by Cindy. Henry smiled but said, “After the last time, I don’t know.”She kissed him on the cheek and said “Don’t worry, I got it covered.”It was Cindy who led the way this time, but not stopping in the center but making to the far left side of the back row.Henry wasn’t altogether certain that this was a good idea, he REALLY hated the thought that everyone would be looking at them. It kinda freaked him. We were happy, comfortable. We had a house up near Nikki and Peter. "On the other side of the tracks", as we laughingly called it. Not a mansion, it was nice. Bigger than our apartment. We put in a higher fence out back and had a small pool and hot tub. We entertained and had some adventures. But we did it all together. There was just one incident that marred the ideal.Cindy was about 25 at the time. Had shown she could act well enough on TV and now Nikki was looking for a movie. So I agreed to accompany them. The day before the departure, I packed my bag and got ready.I met my colleagues at the Delhi ISBT Kashmere Gate. From there, we took an overnight bus to Manikaran (a place famous for its hot springs). We reached Manikaran at around 9 in the morning. We went to the famous Gurudwara to seek blessings and also bathed in the hot spring.Many tourists were there as it was a weekend. But a tall, muscular, and handsome white guy caught my attention when he had a word.