It was made of white marblewith a few dark streaks through it, about 4 inches tall and in the shape ofa monkey sitting in the lotus position. It sort ...f reminded me of a Buddha. "A monkey Buddha," I chuckled to myself. But then I noticed the eyes. They were some sort of small green gemstoneor crystal that had been set into the marble. And it had to be myimagination, but for a moment I could almost see them glowing somewhere deepwithin. "I wonder where you came from," I mused to myself, thinking. The other follow on effect happened the next day.Valerie was once again assigned to gardening duties. This time thankfullyshe didn't have to work close to Harry Cartwright. Harry gave her abarrow and a rake and had her raking leaves off the lawns and taking theminto the woods to dump them.The day was cool and after about half an hour Valerie desperately neededto pee. She had just dumped a barrowful of leaves in the woods and shewasn't sure if she could make it back to her dorm before she. An IM sprang up on my monitor almost before I could form the thought."DE + RL????"I stared at it for a while. Rachel Langhorn and Dan Edwards? That couldn't be right, could it? Rachel was the paper's glamour girl: assistant editor at the age of thirty; management darling; and the arm candy of what passed for glitterati in Charleston. Dan was only two years out of college and not exactly the most literate book in the library. The best dust jacket maybe and the most checked-out, yes, but Dan. After few mins of texting and introduction she finally became comfortable. She was struck by my looks and all this while I didn’t know how she looked. I asked her for a picture and I saw a beautiful women, in her early 30’s dressed in saree with a bomb figure. I promptly told her, how sexy she was and she began laughing and told me she’s married. I stopped texting her that day.Next day, she dropped me a text and she was talking everything else other than sex. I couldn’t control my urge to get.