I'll be going stag." Would you like a date?" It is a little late to be looking for a date. By now everyone will be spoken for." Not necessarily. I nee... a date." You? What happened between you and Toby?" Nothing happened between us. Yesterday he went to the hospital with a burst appendix and he is going to be off his feet for at least two weeks. No way he can make it to the prom next Friday." Will you going with me create problems between the two of you?" No. I already asked Toby and he said he. And this is my fantasy started.This story begin when i have a chit chat in one of a social media. I be friends with this guy long times ago. we always comment in that social media. and sometimes we have a chat. And one day, the story begin when he talked about his sex life.Nothing wrong about it. and i like to talk with other people. we talked about our problems, and then he start talk about his fantasy about anal sex. he said, his wife dont want to have anal sex. he always try to tell about. For few personal reasons I opted for a different shift in which Kavitha used to work. I used to work next to her computer and we started to chat as officially. I never had any sexual intensions to her till then. Then suddenly the storm struck one day, we had a competitive conversation for which I placed a bet, that whoever loses has to give the winner what he seeks. At the end of the conversation, I came out as winner and I reserved the winning bet for later. After two days, she herself. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably.