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Betli Must Be Played!

... loudly with us. John gave me the guest room for two nights. Like Pablo and Gina, John had sent everything to Phoenix already, so the house was almost empty. My soon to be ex-wife Carol did not telephone at all, and I thought she knew it was a waste of time to cry for forgiveness. I took my car to my parents and I told them that Carol had been cheating on me and I was going to divorce her. I also informed them about my travel to Arizona and I asked them not to tell anybody and in particular not to tell my soon to be ex-wife. I assured them I would give my brother a call from Arizona, and then I went back to John’s place by cab. On Sunday we traveled to Phoenix by plane. I had a week to arrange my life in Phoenix. Carol did not phone except for one single occasion when I was at home in Phoenix and I accidentally answered my mobile. I heard her yelling, “You son of the bitch, bastard, why did you send those videos to my parents and my sister? Rot in the Hell!” “Same to you, darling!” I replied and closed the connection. I laughed out loud and I told my two friends about the phone call and they laughed together with their wives. This was a big dose of medicine for my psyche. Chapter 4 In The Desert State Paul: We worked hard, sometimes even twelve hours a day to start the brand new logistic center and to train the new staff. Four months later our efforts fructified and the plant was working all right. For the past three months we had been fixing the mistakes and now finally ...

... everything was in order. My lawyer also did a good job on my divorce and I was free four months after my leaving for Arizona. We played Robber Ulti on a Sunday monthly. When everything worked well Pablo got three weeks holiday, and he went to Thailand with his wife. When they came back Pablo told us that Gina was four months pregnant with twin daughters. After a week of work I also got holiday from John. I looked up Sonora state in Mexico on the net and I went by car to the Sonoran seaside at the Gulf of California. Finally I found a less known small beach resort at a half deserted seaside not far from Hermosillo. I had a diving license and I bought diving equipment with compressor. I stopped at Hermosillo in a motel and I put almost everything in my room. Next day I went to this small place which was fortunately unknown by American and Canadian tourists. I was born in Florida so I was good at Spanish, or Castellano, as some people here called it. I drove to this small beach resort and I got a good room and also special storage for my diving equipment in a small hotel. Around my hotel there were vacation houses. I hired a motorboat and I went out to sea for diving, and I enjoyed myself looking at the sea life. When I got tired and started to run out of compressed air, I came up from the deep water slowly to avoid caisson illness and went to back to the small port. When I docked and embarked from the motorboat, I saw a beautiful girl trying to start her motorboat, but apparently ...