I prepared hot chocolate and it was very refreshing in the rainy night. Sumit said that he would sleep in the drawing room on the carpet. That was not...right for me to agree as he was suffering on my account. I asked him to sleep in our bedroom as we had a king size bed, it was sufficient. The other bedroom my hubby had converted to his office room.Sumit was very shy and insisted to sleep on the carpet. I got up, held his hand and took him to the bedroom. I gave him a blanket as it was a bit. Phillips. Well, soon Mr. Phillips became Randy, then after the assignment was over and I went on to other work, Randy and I began going out.He was really a wonderful guy. Steady, great sense of humor, very nice to be with. He was also interesting, always informed on the world, interesting to talk with. Randy also liked good food and good wine, and was adult, something this twenty-one year old woman found lacking in many guys my age. Randy was seventeen years older than me, so, I suppose, a lot. The delicate perspiration stains at armpits and neck attested to the fact that she had, in fact, been working out."That looks good!" she said, eyeing the moisture running down the side of my glass. "Give me a cold one, please!" She told the barkeep.Reaching into the pocket of her outfit, she brought her hand out empty, cursing. "Damn! I must have left my billfold at home!"I looked her over, but she didn't seem to be faking it, so I raised a finger from my glass and when Fred looked my way, I. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to.