“It seems quite unusual.”“I guess so,” I admitted.“Let’s say that, just for the sake of argument, you got to do your project. What would t...e photographs actually show?”It was odd, but suddenly I was feeling lots better. Danny had been right so far - they had discussed it. I still didn’t know if they would sign on, but nobody had yelled at me any more, so I tried to think like a researcher.“Well, I’d have to crop the photographs so that the only part of the trunk that showed was from the navel. It's not the weekend I thought it would have been, sure, but it's been great to have you here."Eric replied, somewhat sheepishly, "Well, I... you know... I don't want to get in the way. If you want me to take a long walk and leave you alone for a while."I wasn't sure exactly how he meant that. It was almost like he was saying that he could go while asking if he could stay, instead. I wasn't sure how I wanted to answer that. Hayley and I hadn't had a chance to talk in private since we had. One night I even went further. She was asking my opinion on what to wear before a night out with her lady friends. They were having dinner in some fancy restaurant. It was usual for her to ask me, she did that since i was a k**. What wasn't normal was me try to encourage her to put lighter, more revealing dresses. She acted surprise by that, but at the same time she was excited for me doing that. It was like she needed my approval to do so. Next thing i know she puts really revealing black. As I kept thinking what to do...I went to college the other day and returned home early, packed my bag with a few dresses of my choice..and arranged with my close friend to manage that I am with her in the tour..and reached my lecturer's home with my bag...when I reached his home..he was alone and his wife was gone.... He embraced me in the hall and told me to take a shower..and offered a new saree and a new towel..and shown the way to the bathroom..His home was an old fashioned mansion type.