It was from Montana.I quickly opened it. It was a letter from Mrs. Jackson.Dear Jeff,I wish to congratulate you on winning the scholarship. You have a...great spirit and I can tell you really care for people. Once again congratulations and I will see you in July. I laid down the letter and cried tears of joy. I knew this was only the beginning. I made a vow to myself that I will be the most helpful and nicest person The Montana School for Boys has ever seen. The next four months flew by. It was. Me – Anyway jaan, I am feeling so relieved seeing your messages. My heart was sinking since morning.Nisha – I did not see my phone since morning because I knew you would be messaging me. I just opened it after lunch.Me – After lunch? Then why replied so late, jaan? It’s around 3:30 PM now.Nisha – Well, I got busy.Me – Busy with what, jaan?Nisha – You send me a link naa. I opened it.Me – Oh, god. So you saw his profile?Nisha – Hmmmm, and I read all reviews as well.Me – Ok. And?Nisha – I think…I. But even she wasn't thatmuch of a daredevil, and quite honestly is usually pretty meekabout doing anything sexual in public. True, it was a mostlyempty plane at night in pretty much complete darkness. And evenif they had gotten caught, she could have just lied and said thatHE was her husband, just to save them the embarrassment shouldthey have gotten caught in this position. But still, she couldn'tbring her self to do it, at least not with what she was wearing.She did say that if she had been. The wife was only a couple of years older than me and the husband must have been close to forty.I had dozed off just before they came in the door and was a little disoriented when they came into the living room. My shoes and socks were under the sofa and my skirt must have been up around my tummy because I saw the husband scoping out my goodies right in front of his wife. I tried to pull my skirt down with a desire for some degree of modesty but accidently caught my thumb in my "Hello, Kitty".