“Hi, you must be Steven. I am Nefertiti.” The sound of her voice reminded me that I was staring. I picked my jaw from the ground and composed mys...lf. She looked at me with a knowing smile, “Come Steven, I see that my grandmother has bore you to death. Let’s go have some fun.” She held my hand and I obediently followed her out the door after saying goodbye to my host. The cool night air woke me up. I was able to think a bit more clearly. I manage to hold a civilized conversation with her while. Bill didn't want to leave an 8 year old wanderingin the park should something happen to this body after he vacated it.They reach a relatively large house in the nearby suburbs. Using theremote in the vehicle, he opened the gates. They are met by a maid atthe door."You're back early madam. Shall I have lunch ready?"Bill nods and walked upstairs. The master bedroom was huge. From thepictures on the wall, it appears Mrs. McMillan has 3 children and fromthe size of this house, the McMillan's. She take cares of me when my mother went to village or any functions… she was elder than me so no one doubt on us.Soon we started sharing our secrets then she started asking about my college and girls and all this stuff, soon she became more emotional because she was interested in studying where her parents married her and that also became ruined. Then I went near her consoled her, where her big boobs touched me and from then we became very close started discussing the matters like love. .. in his later years... yet kind to me up to his death... my heart belonged to another... the necklace... dress... wedding gift to me... someday our daughter may ask about her father... cowboyHe tried to make out the other words, but Logan guessed tears had fallen on this page from the shape of the stains in the words. Setting them all to the side was tough, but morning and chores came early. He washed the grime from the attic away and got ready for bed. He drifted off with images of Emma and.