Anything but what it actually contained. To say that I was surprised by her first entry would be an understatement. She’d entered a description of...a method for what she referred to as ‘Frozen Key’. Place key in plastic water bottle. Freeze overnight. Keys will be inaccessible until ice melts. Body warmth will speed up the process. Fascinated, I continued, turning the page to find a neat sketch entitled ‘Frozen String’ with the following instructions accompanying it. Measure distance. She raised up from the chair and turned to me asking if we should dance – I found some music and we danced close – I squeezed her butt firmly and pushed my rock hard cock against her when we were french kissing. After only one dance she asked if we should take a shower….!? Yes?! We had known each other for a little more than an hour and she undressed in the middle of my living room – I then did the same and we went stark naked to the bathroom and showered together – We soaped each other in, she. When the exercise was done, I wiped the sheen of sweat from my forehead and asked Reena to sit down in meditation with me. I gently grasped her proffered tendril and sailed effortlessly through all of the fascinating sights and passages that I had encountered during the last three days. Her moments of elation were mine and her exclamations of wonder were mine as well. When we were done, I let go. I stared into her face as she emerged from her trance.She came up on her knees and prostrated. It's what I do." I hope so, Jake," she said. "For your sake, not mine."The limo pulled up in front of the hotel and Jake and Pauline emerged into a sea of flashbulbs, microphones, and shouted questions. Most of the questions were centered on the recent break-up of Intemperance ("are you really going your separate ways?") or on what exactly Jake was doing here ("did Greg Oldfellow invite you, or are you crashing the party?"). A few asked why Pauline was his date ("no new love interests, Jake?").