About half way down the hall I hear "want me to help you get that thing off?". I looked behind me and it was silver haired guy, probably in his 50's, ... bit on the heavier side bu not fat. He looked pretty clean so I nodded towards a booth and went in and he followed.Anytime I went into a booth with someone I always told them what I had on right from the start. Most were into it but I had a few guys tell me it wasn't their thing and walk out. Fair enough. So I turned to him and started undoing. ”She rolled her eyes. “Nobody reads the newspaper anymore.”“Fair enough.”Soon we were ushered into Mr. Winthrop’s plush office. The older man was handsome, what some would call a silver fox, and he looked worried but hopeful. “A mystery-solving gang? What luck!” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Please, will you help me solve this ghost problem, before I lose my business?”“Like, that’s what we’re here for, man!” Monday spoke up.“Hyep!” Doobie Roo added.Mr. Winthrop goggled. “Did that dog. Asthat one represented the older me most of all, by her wearing that setof leather and tossed the plate deep into the center of the flames topass on burning into ashes...to be forgotten for now.Gwen took a place next to me, then spoke while the plate with my awardssmoked in the fire and the magic held in some of the gems on the paltepopped brightly in the flames, "Well Rohanna the last of Aunghadhail isgone, all that we have left from her is in each of us or what she wrotedown?" So I guess. I'm not overrating the story but I still, I repeat I still remember each and every second of that 3 hour session, though its 8 years have past after that encounter. I always followed Indian culture and traditions in my life. I managed to remain virgin till my age of 24, since Indian culture profess you to loose virginity to your husband. I will move onto the story now.It was a normal weekend during my college life in New York and I use to stay with 3 of my friends in a rented house. All the.