Following Toni up the stairs her fitted suit accentuated her gorgeous bum and I wanted to take her there and then but I knew the time would be soon. A... the room door clicked shut behind us we kissed, in my mind I saw this situation so differently, I saw the door shut and me pushing you up against it, I saw us kissing feverishly whilst stripping each others clothes off. In reality it was so much different but it was so much better, it was slow, soft and sensual, I loved the light teasing kisses. 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. Don't you, Mr. Fix?" I? I don't believe a word of it." You're a sly dog!" said Passepartout, winking at him.This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing why. Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew not what to think. But how could Passepartout have discovered that he was a detective? Yet, in speaking as he did, the man evidently meant more than he expressed.Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not hold his tongue."Mr. Fix," said he, in a bantering. "Wait, you're the Nasrullah in the playboy bunny costume?" I asked."Bea, I am a Muslim woman now." You mean, you weren't a Muslim woman before?" I was neither." What?" I replied, astonished to find someone else who was born malebut had now become female so quickly after becoming female myself."Yeah, look," Nas said showing me some pictures of another woman dressedas a playboy bunny. "Ths is Steve in his playboy bunny costume. He wasthe man groping me in the picture on the website but she's.