It didn't matter; the hashish had made her thirsty and she poured the cool liquid down her parched throat gratefully.It was filled again, and she coul... see this time that Carlos was pouring it for her.It's nice to have someone look after me again and take care of me, she mused through the happy, relaxed feeling, and smiled her appreciation in the dim light.Carlos smiled back, squeezed her shoulder lightly and nodded toward the stage. The curtains were opening slowly and a young innocent-looking. It was window dressing, as were most of the things I did that spring. I found the restaurant to be warm on that chilly spring night. The barstools were all taken so I found a small booth where I seated myself. When I looked at the menu, I found that it made me hungry. I knew I shouldn’t have the waffles but what the hell difference did a few pounds make at that point. I resisted the urge anyway. ‘Hey there,’ I said to the waitress before she could greet me. ‘You want coffee?’ She might have. You won't believe me but it's all true." Well, I don't have any other pressing engagements tonight," said Frank, "so I'm all ears." This was interesting. Most of them were pleading with him not to hurt them or not to touch them and to let them go. This one wanted to tell him a story.The woman nodded her head again. "My name is Wendy Thomas." Dick Cheney's the name," said Frank. "Pleasure to meet you, Wendy." Three years ago my name was Walter Thomas." Huh? She wants to tell a fairy tale unless. I almost jumped out of my seat at her gesture and asked her to never do it again and holding her by her shoulders made her to stand up and since I was quite surprised and asked her “tell me what it was because I don’t remember doing anything for her”, she said “you have convinced bade saab and memsaab to sponsor my sons education in a very big school along with all the expenses etc. and it means the world for me, I will worship you for the rest of my life like God” I asked her to calm down.