Too quickly; he had to stop to catch hisbreath before he knelt down. "Looks like some kind of old bottle," hetold himself. He brushed the sand away ...nd pulled it free.It was brass, and about the size of a one-liter soda bottle. One sidehad raised symbols that might be letters in an alphabet he didn'trecognize. The bottle had a green glass stopper that was connected tothe bottle by a tiny chain."Got it," he yelled back to Sara. He lifted it over his head to show herbefore he started briskly. Meri maa ka figure 40-36-44 hai .Es story ka samay wo 40 saal ki thi. Kise ka bhi lund mere maa ko dekh kar khada hoa jayega.Meri maa bhot hi achi aurat hai aur woa kabhi kise sea galat sambandh nahi bana sakti yea mera bharosa tha.Mera papa dalal(broker)hai esliye jadatar bahar jate rehate hai. Ek baar ki baat hai mere papa kam ka sincele sea gwaliour jaa rahe thea apne 2 dosto ka sath 30 dino ka liye mera papa na mujse kha ki tum bhi chalo aur mae maan gaya aur usi din hamare ghar par kitchen. Needless to say I will be yours as you’re alwaysteasing me how you want to be my first. Okay, you maybe my first. You must be nice to me as I’m afraid ofwhat it will be like because of my being onlyseventeen. Yours if you wish, BreeAnn.”“Oh my God,” I said aloud as I realized the note wasassuredly penned by none other than the over cute andextremely sexy, and even I had to admit, BreeAnn wasstacked beyond description. Yes, the note was withoutdoubt authored by none. On the way to our destination by car which was a couple of hours ride from the airport, I kind of withdrew working on the emails and got engrossed in office work.She kept silent along the way. We checked into the hotel, got adjacent rooms (I had nothing to do with it!) and went out to our field visit. We travelled to a couple of villages, met a few people – discussed issues and working with the teams there to sort the issues out. Vim mostly kept quite along the way, observing and asking some.