Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far...more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. ”“I can play hooky for a bit. Matthew’s sound asleep, so he won’t mind.”“He’s making up for all the naps Jesse doesn’t take.”We stayed until Carol left with her kids, and then went home to drop off ours. Elyse stayed home to nurse Matthew, and I went back to the office. I had just settled in at my desk when Penny and Tasha came into the office. Penny came in and sat down at her computer, and Tasha came to the door.“Steve, can we meet on Saturday about Professor Bannerman’s class?”“Sure, come. ‘So tell me, are you on a business trip?’ Jasmine asked in a seductive tone. Peggy leaned over toward Jasmine, looked her in the eye and moistened her lips. ‘Actually I am. My business doesn’t start until Tuesday. I just came early, hoping for a little adventure in New Orleans,’ Peggy replied with naughty smile. Less than five minutes later Peggy was standing in the sitting area of the couple’s suite. She was naked, her bikini discarded on the floor. Curtis was standing behind her, he was naked. Now I knew I had heard of it, but I never figured it would happen to me in my lifetime. I was still thinking, when a soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I took a deep breath before I said to come in. She came in, smiling at me, and I asked if she would close the door. I got a funny look, but she did and sat down in the chair by my desk."Kat, I need to talk to you, and I don't know how to approach this and not hurt the feelings we have for each other." Jon, I don't know why you look.