Her skin was glowing.She was wearing the same short dress that she wore in the evening. She came towards me held my hand and asked, “Kya huwa jiju? ...ise kya dekh rahe ho.” As Shalini used to call me jiju so Geet too used to call me jiju. I said that I don’t know how to admire your beauty.She said, “Jiju, tonight I am all yours. I will give you that fun too what Shalini has not given you.” I said, “This was Shalini’s first time. Shalini will learn gradually.” Geet said, “But I am not like. Don't hold back.”“I know. But how do I do that?”“Just tap into what you're feeling and make it work.”“I really don't know how,” I insist.“Do I need to talk dirty to you so you can get into it?”I almost gasp in surprise. I don't know if he's joking or being serious. “Um...I mean, if you want,” I reply, trying to keep my voice from cracking.“Ok, sexy. Just don't break my camera.” He sets the sequence again and returns to my backside, and I'm suddenly thinking about our interaction at the party. " Okay, Sandy. It is a pleasure to meet you also. Yes, Mrs. Mason, I am directly related to the General. He was my great grandfather, or so, way back there." Oh, you must be so proud. He was a fine person. I believe that I knew your grandfather when I was young. We met on the first day that I entered the university and we spent many, many days together. He was a professor and I was a very young, impressible girl. Oh my, those were some wonderful times! Of course, then the Great Depression. I occurred to her that she was farmore sociable than Allan thought she was. Far more sociable than sheshould be.She bought some wool and knitting needles at the gift shop. It was awhim. Now she would have to learn how to knit. The forecasted stormcame in that afternoon so she had time.On Sunday evening Melissa Bingley called the police: "It might be tooearly to be worried, but my husband Allan has not come home. He wassupposed to back well before dark."Of course, the Police have a policy.