His stabbed again. And again. Searching his mind for a magical verbal password that might bypass this obvious technological failure, he said "Come on ...ickweed, WORK."While the magic words didn't seem to help with the lock, they did bring forth a giggle from behind him.He turned around, eyebrows raised, to look at the fellow weary traveler who found his predicament so entertaining. And to see if they might be the recipient of a few more choice words from his rather lengthy vocabulary of. ’ Sipping her cocktail through a glass straw Glade looked up at the ceiling some 12 feet above them. Early next evening she attended a meeting with the club president and CEO. ‘Mrs Codd, I don’t think you understand,’ said the stuffed-shirt president. ‘A modification was proposed to that room almost ten years ago and the governing committee rejected the proposal.’ ‘Well a lot of water goes under the bridge in ten years.’ ‘Is that so,’ said Mrs Stewart, the CEO. ‘Only one member of the 12-member. Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty was naturally. She was very aschamed and then she immadiately leave. Afetr few days aneela came to my house, I was in my room . When i listened her voice I ran towards the comun room to see her. When she saw me she bended her head. When my mother went out from the room.i said in very low voice that” i saw u last night in my dream”.she surprised and looked at me.i confused and in the confusion i told her that” i saw u as my bride”.she smiled and she said” please come to my house in evening at 7.00 pm.i will.