The bed was made up with no trace that I had ever laid upon it. ‘What the…,’ my voice died in my throat. Had I dreamt it all? Was I losing it... Did I just need coffee? Gathering myself as best I could, I ambled to the kitchen, still bewildered. The strong, dark smell of brewing coffee was almost enough to bring me back to my senses, and, rejuvenated by the first cup, I sat, elbows on the table and tried to look at the evidence rationally. That something incredibly…well…strange had happened. We parted to meet at 7pm for the evening function of one of family members ,who had put us all in a resort to enjoy the 3 day events exclusively.7:10 – we both as decided met outside my room and as she rang the bell I rushed out to meet her ..God she looked stunning…she was wearing a hot red golden lengha with a tight body fitting top. I was amazed and said you look beautiful. She smiled and politely returned back the compliment by saying your looking very handsome in your black band gala.8pm-. When I turned back to ET, he was very excited. He had written me a note, "What was that material you just wiped up?" (To make things simpler, I'm going to use conventional spelling when I describe my communication with ET.)"That was a substance we call 'paint.' Don't you have a similar thing?" I don't think so. At least, I have never seen any. What is it used for?" Paint has a lot of uses. It can be a protective coating, it can be purely decorative, or it can have many other uses." Please tell. The door was open and the young lady asked ‘who is it’ and I replied its me and she told me to come in. She was alone in the house and doing something in the kitchen and her husband left for office in the morning.I sat in the sofa and was scared. She came to me and asked me how am I doing, having good time and so on….She offered me a glass of juice and went to close the door. Now my speed of the heartbeat increased and was more scared. She came to me and sat next to me and started a normal.