Inside was their favorite picture of their wedding day. It had becoming a symbol, symbolizing her love for him, no matter who she was with. It was an ...ncredible physiological bond between the two of them. It was like a secret that they alone shared, like they were conspirators of sorts.Now, Tim was sitting nervously behind the mirror waiting for Janice; waiting to see what she had planned as his special present. He had a pretty good idea what it was, so he wasn't surprised when she told him to. It’s all good.’ ‘If you want a turn in the bathroom, better take it now,’ the same female voice called. ‘Okay.’ Derek smiled at me. ‘Have a good time. See you in a little while.’ He closed the door. As Charles and I walked to the elevator, he took my hand. ‘He’s a nice guy to let those women stay with him and not expect anything,’ Charles said. ‘That’s how Derek is,’ I replied. ‘The first time I ever met him face to face, after a month or two of talking online and on the phone, was during that. How you are and where are you?”I was 30 minutes late in checking her message. I was thrilled. Happy and overjoyed like a child getting his favorite toy and replied, “ Merry Christmas – me fine. At home.” She informed that she is in the club and was feeling very bored. She asked me to join her.I was eager to join her. But there was a party in our apartment. I had to compulsorily attend it in next 15 to 20 minutes as my family was away for winter vacations. I had to attend the party and more. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.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.