It was old constructed by mud.We enter into the house. I asked him to wear lungi but it was not there with him.I had given him and he washed his face ...ith water and changed his cloths. While he was changing his cloths I saw his chest was full of hair and it was so strong.We discussed about our family matters and I came to know he came to my village in connection of knowing the background of boy to whom he want to give his daughter. I told that boy was so innocent and good and his family was was. Like her, they had plain, unremarkable looks and a dull selectionin clothing, while a pair of prominent glasses were perched on each oftheir noses. They glanced in Derek's direction with expressions thatwere almost...furtive.Derek rounded on Megan. "Okay, what the hell do you mean, 'your kind'?Do you mean them?" He pointed in the direction of the other girls.Megan didn't follow the direction of Derek's finger, keeping herattention focused on him. "By 'my kind', I meant intellectually. Someone to keep me company when I grew bored. Maybe a boy like Tom Henry wasn't exactly the best choice for that, but then again, I hadn't given him much of a chance either. It was about time to fix that and Mr. Reiser enjoyed seeing us together, just talking over dinner, because sometimes a little friendly conversation at the table is all a man wants.The arrangements were made and with me being just a bedroom negra on my Master's arm, I had very little to do with such things. Behind the. With a sigh, he resigned his answer. “She is in code red,” he declared the obvious. “While I respect your decision to keep her here, I will still recommend for her to stay at the ward. We will take care of her.” He gave the same suggestion that I always reject. “It is not my decision to keep her here, but hers. Her stress rises most when we are not together. I’m sorry Dr. Adam, but she is safest when she is under a company that she trust.” I rejected his offer and he accepted it with full.