I didn’t want to assume that she wanted me to sit next to her on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch and began watchi...g TV without a word. I half-watched the TV and half-watched her, but for the longest time she didn’t give me the slightest glance. ‘Do you want anything to eat or drink?’ I said, finally, just needing to break the silence. ‘Do you have any soda?’ I responded that I did, and told her what kinds I had. She asked for a cola, so I brought her a cold. Shweta (with a naughty smile): What happened? Are you turned on with the touch or conversation?Punit: What are you saying?Shweta: Hey listen! I’m a biology student and don’t act like you didn’t understand.Punit: Nothing, just tequila and conversation, that’s it. Take rest now, you will feel better.My sexy drunk cousin came closer to me, and we slept. When we were in a deep sleep, unknowingly, our lips clashed, and we kissed! For almost 10 minutes, we kissed and then we got up suddenly. She was. ‘So did I. You’ll see me when you come home, right?’ Her look made my knees feel weak. ‘Try and keep me away!’ I laughed, and then we were kissing again, as if it were the first time. Our bodies ground against each other, and it was nearly impossible to force myself to end it and walk away. I took the elevator down, but still felt out of breath when I reached the sidewalk. The rain was sheeting out of the low clouds, but the cab was there and I dashed through the downpour to the relative safety. Like the diary we had, the notebook was bought from W.H. Smith’s bookstore but, unlike the diary which was for 1940 and ended tantalisingly almost a month before Gold’s disappearance, the entries in the notebook, although undated, must have begun shortly after Gold arrived in London in September 1939. The last entry seemed to be just the day before he disappeared.Bradford Gold appeared to have been the key around the bigger picture of what was happening behind the scenes. Firstly, the famous.