The only assurance was that my uncle and aunt were there. To my relief, they were at the railway station to receive me and took me to their house. It ...as a feeling at home away from home. My uncle’s daughter (Meera) in her 12th Std was delighted to see me too. I had my accommodation arranged by the company, so after initial pleasantries, I pushed to my accommodation, which was full of bachelors like me from different areas. Every week, I used to visit uncle’s house and stayed there on Saturdays. "Good stuff." I said. He pulled out a six pack from his fridge.I walked behind him to the 2nd floor of his house. His house was pretty big. There was still stuff in boxes s**ttered around the house. He opened his bedroom door. He had a big computer on one side of his room. There was some bean bags chair on the floor. I sat down to have another sip of my energy drink. He un-paused his game on his computer. I just sat there having another energy drink. He kept playing his role playing game. The bottom of the cups never quite connected together. They were held together only by the string that ran under her breasts. Tony's eyes traveled downward appreciating how Rebecca's torso rapidly thinned to a tiny waist then flared again slightly to accommodate her slender hips. The bottom of the suit was cut high in front and back and like the top the sections had about an inch of string that separated the panels at the sides of her hips. She was, thought Tony, perfection in a small. What do you think this was all about?’‘I can only guess but I think someone slipped d**gs into your case whileit was on the trolley in Samui. Happens a lot, innocent travellers canbe used as unwitting mules for carrying d**gs. You got unlucky. Maybethe guy they caught on the pier was a diversion. I think it all wentwrong, though. You were meant to collect your bag, and then it wouldhave disappeared, maybe on the bus. I guess one of the crew members gotgreedy, stole your bag on the ferry, took.