"Amritsar. Jalandhar. Jaipur," Ghazi moaned. "These are places I've known and visited. My sister lives—or rather lived—in Amritsar. And now they'v... gone. Incinerated. Annihilated. Nothing left but radioactive waste."And then he released yet more tears on a pillow already damp with proof od his grief and despair.Gabrielle placed a comforting hand on his bare back, but recognised the need for restraint. Ghazi was no longer in the mood for sex that was his original excuse for seeking her company.. "See?" I said. "You must be mistaken." I'm not mistaken," she said. "I never am." Her face flushed crimson."Never?" I said haughtily."All right. Occasionally. But it's rare." Then why won't the door close?" I asked."Perhaps I've forgotten something," she answered. "Yes, that's it. Now I remember." She stepped onto one of the side shelves along the bottom, lifting herself up a couple inches. Her body dragged across mine as she moved. Her breasts momentarily brushed against my chin. She settled. From the logon a middle-aged lady got down, she had 1 carry bag and a purse and she was quite fat, nothing great about the lady. She was quite tall around 5ft 10 inches and she had worn a light green sari and was wearing glasses, she was not looking like the typical high society lady who come to the movie for passing time. I did not give a second glance as i was more interested in parking my car.She got down from the car and was noticing me and moved towards the ticket counter. I parked the car. One last time to the bathroom where she added a final coating ofpink lip gloss, and a spritz of her White Diamonds perfume. With sweatypalms, she picked up her satin and crystal clutch handbag, ensured shehad her room key and posed in front of the mirror trying to find anyflaws in her presentation. Satisfied she looked as good as possibleconsidering her nervous state she headed into the hall to meet herholiday companion. She stepped into an over crowed elevator and waitedfor what seemed an.