I arrived at her house. It was in one of those neighborhoods that would have been considered nice or even a little upscale 30 or 40 years ago when the...e houses were build. Now the neighborhood was run down but the houses were still neat and cared for. I parked my rust out Toyota pickup and the street and walked up to the door trying to act like I had done this before. She answered the door in a short black nightgown that was of modest length. She took my coat and gave me a quick hug and before. Later, we could share those photos to our friends, relatives and we could keep in our album to cherish the memories of our visit to the temple. So we went out of the temple premises to search for a photography studio. Fortunately, we could locate a studio nearby where I happened to see the peculiar billboard. The small billboard was displayed behind the seat of the photo shop owner which showed a figure 444-166-276-2. This was similar to a test cricket bowling statistics. In cricket a bowling. Lisa and Maria rushed into the room and packed her suitcase. Maria came to me, kissed me, and said, "The girls are going to need me. They brought me to you to take care of them, and I need to go with them to do that. I love all of them and need to do that, to take care of them. Please hurry home to us."That was a quick change of heart. I suppose she did feel obligated to the girls, since they were the ones that brought her into our home, and if you thought about it, into our private life as. Then after a week, she asked me for a saree. I said I will buy you one but what will I get in response. She said she will kiss in my palms. I said palm alone is not enough. I wanted a kiss in lips. She asked how and where. I said, I have taken a room in a 3star hotel so if she wishes she can come there. She was tensed first and said no. Then I said no one in the hotel will doubt us. I will tell them that you are my relative.As planned, we met in the morning. She was wearing a black color saree.