Her face was strong and thin, you could see the small outline of her cheekbones and light freckles that made it hard not to stare at her beautiful fac.... She wore her black hair in a tight bun, smoothed to perfection. She had small hands, and I wondered why she wore fake nails at such a hands on job. I prayed to god that I might one day be able to do the things I yearned to do with her.I decided that I would get to know her better and we started to hang out more. We often planned work around our. The only daughter of wealthy parents, her father being an investment banker, she had been given every opportunity to do well for herself. She went to all the right schools and knowing she would never have to work her parents had allowed her to follow her love of tennis, enabling her to have a very good amateur career. The combination of good looks, a tall and athletic physique and mixing in the right circles had seen her married to her husband John some 30 years ago at the age of 25. Although. Slowly I started a conversation with her. We introduced ourselves to each other.Her name was Kavya (name changed) and she worked as a flight attendant for a leading airline company.A few minutes later, her friend joined us. Her friend was just ok-looking.We all started to talk and continued drinking. We were already drunk.After two pegs, her friend left, saying there was some emergency. Kavya asked me whether I could book a cab for her to return to her PG if she stayed back when her friend. Our regular board meeting is Monday, and I'd like to present it then." Monday!?" Scott exclaimed. "My God, Harry, that gives me four days!" Try." Okay, okay," Scott mumbled as his mind worked like a computer on what he would need. "Look, I'll have to have a way to get in here all weekend, if I need it." I'll assign you a security man with a key," Harry replied.Scott spent several hours in the security room where the golf cart was kept studying the best area to use for the actual photography..