....about?"Her voice trailed off as Paula retrieved a small box from her bag."Kelly Walker," started Paula, her voice was trembling. "Would you do met...e honour of accepting my hand in marriage?"Kelly was trembling too, her voice had failed her. "You've got a ringfor me?" What?!" said Paula, looking puzzled and worried. "What do you mean?"Kelly took a box from her own bag and showed it to Paula."I was going to ask you the same question," she replied. "I never knewyou had a ring for me."Paula. “Dave, on Tuesday, you mentioned the Detroit Tigers. How the hell does someone from North College Hill, who’s lived there their whole life, become a Tigers fan?”“I can’t explain it, really. I’m a Tigers and Lions fan, but I’m also a Reds fan. Aren’t you a Penguins fan? I see the team pennant hanging in the kitchen.”“Yeah, but I can easily explain that. When the NHL absorbed the WHA in 1979, the Stingers were left out of the deal. Being a hockey fan in a town without professional hockey sucked,. Her manner, though, was quite direct and forceful, not at all like the women he had met at various functions in India. Those tended to be frivolous and giggly. At the end of the evening her handshake was firm as she thanked him for the meeting. He had replied he had been glad to help and, if she required any further information on India that he was staying at this hotel.It was on Sunday morning he received a call from reception to say a young lady wished to speak with him. He found Dr. Fletcher. I immediately felt silly.“Sure!” I was surprised at the enthusiastic reply to what I thought an odd request.Weirdly excited, I undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. Grasping the shaft, I nestled the balls of the toy in the pit of my pants, placing the base against the front of my black panties. With hands suddenly slightly shaky, I buttoned my jeans around the thing, replacing my belt tightly. I removed my hands and looked down. I drew in a sharp breath--it was.