Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2005 00:55:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: deepak salwan <bubbles150285@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Flight Purser Chapter 7

      The letter read that the writer remembered very
well what had happened between the two of them, a few
months back, when Raj was in Sydney. He had also
mentioned clearly, that how they had met in the bar
and what all had been happening during that stay of
his. To prove what he said was true, he had enclosed a
few photographs depicting extremely intimate and
personal relations between the two of them, in not
even bare minimum clothing. This brought a chill down
Raj's spine and he started sweating in the
air-conditioned hotel room.
     Along with the letter was an address, which also
had this gentleman's mobile number. He hurriedly gave
him a call, to which the man desired to meet Raj that
night.
     Raj knew that he was in deep shit. The photos
were of that kind, which could ruin his entire career.
He had to obey whatever that man said, so he got ready
in cool casuals and went to the address written on the
piece of paper that he had received.
     He was really nervous, as he did not remember the
man very well, as it was just a nightstand, so he did
not know what to expect. Although he remembered, that
the man was about middle aged.