'By Trashy TrishaAuthor's Note: My apologies to all but I couldn't resist!!!So this gentleman walks into a cabaret. He's gorgeous and extremelywell ...ressed. He literally reeks of money. Walking over to the bar, helooks around at the surroundings. Everywhere his eyes travel he seesbeautiful T.V.'s, T.S's, C.D.'s, and D.V.D.'s. The barman walks over tohim and asks if he'd like a drink."Sure. In fact, I'd like to buy all of these lovely ladies a drink aswell."A thunderous chorus of 'thank. Since now it was late evening, there was darkness though there were electric bulbs glowing throughout the fair. She observed that though the area was not absolutely dark, it was not possible for the fair people who were at a distance to make out anything. But the problem here was absence of a proper bush behind, which where she can sit and pee. So she was a bit hesitant again. Uday: Madam, what are you waiting for now? Maya: Can't you see there is not even a bush here. Uday: But Madam, no. Her death haunts me. For this reason alone, I am strongly considering the prospect of retiring from the practice of a healer. Again, I know that such will bring you no comfort. In fact, I am unsure what purpose I meant this letter to serve. Perhaps to show you that I am not unscathed by your loss. I expect no forgiveness and deserve none. Forever remorseful. Phyre set the paper aside, her mind awhirl with thoughts. A large chunk of the puzzle had put itself in order. Her father, her father. ‘Ah Sindie, did you sleep well my dear?’ Ashley asked me. ‘I did thank you. So I assume that there would be a good reason that this gentleman is asking that I return to my home, am I right mister…’ ‘Andre. My name is Andre Whitehorse, and it is a pleasure to meet you Sindie.’ ‘Likewise Mr. Whitehorse. If you don’t mind my asking what tribe were you from?’ ‘Very perceptive Sindie, and please call me Andre. I was part of the Sioux tribe.’ Andre answered. ‘Cool. I bet that you could probably make.