. ," she stopped abruptly and glanced upat the big truck. She gave him her number and he helped her up into thetruck in her high heels and tight leath...r miniskirt. Eric glared at himsternly. "Shut the door." Sean watched the big man put his hand roughlyon her thigh."Call me soon," she whispered at him. Sean shut the door, somewhatpuzzled but hopeful, and the black truck rolled away.Chapter Three."Are you sure this has to be the last time? Are you sure?" Sean said, asKatherine held his hand and. I have few regrets,in fact. Most of the reason is that my life turned out far better than Iever expected in my early years. I never expected to be a professor. Inever thought of myself as the kind of man who got a PhD. I never expectedto be a published author, or a landowner. If it should prove that my death is traceable to my twenty or soyears of smoking--which, according to my oncologist, it isn't--I don'tregret that either, & I certainly don't want my heirs to join a lot ofirresponsibles. After she left aunty’s son Haseeb got up and bring a bottle of visky with two glasses and both of them mother and son was taking their drink. I rushed to my compartment quietly and bring my handy cam to make their video. They were talking and laughing in low voice but I could here them clearly. He moved his hands to his mom’s hair and unclipped them they just fell till mid back of his mom. He started rolling his fingers in them on head and kissed on his mom’s neck and keep on each side for. A hotel? This didn't make any sense."Pay attention kid, each of these doors leads somewhere. Some lead into various departments, some lead to sanctums and other exotic places. The rule is the same for all of them. Unless it is 'your' door leave it alone. How do you know if a door is yours?" TreFual stopped. "Look behind you."Looking back I could see the yellow glow lightly emanating from my door. I hadn't noticed it earlier."Any door or entrance way that glows that color you have the right to.