When the engine was warmed, I put the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway, heading towards April’s house. As I drove, I recalled saying my op...ions had narrowed, and they had, but the decision was becoming more difficult, and the choice was not the one I’d expected to have to make just six months earlier. And if history was any guide, the choice I’d have in a year’s time might be very different.I pushed those thoughts from my mind when I arrived at April’s house. I backed into the. .. they're important to me." Tomorrow, we'll go to the market and do the morning shopping for the kitchen. I'll let Muriel know I'm staying with you tonight. After we've been to the market, we can stop by the Salvation Army office and I'll introduce you to Tom Matthews. He's the man who got me back on the road to recovery. I owe him a lot." I want to meet Muriel, too. She sounds like a special lady." She is. She's much more than a friend. She taught me how to cook and how to run a kitchen. She. It almost made her come. Almost.She made them stop and take a drink. She sipped her wine for a moment, trembling, feeling the twinges of her orgasm quivering around her pelvis. She knew how she wanted it, and now was the time.She had discussed it with both of them, and at a nod from her they moved into position. Rajesh seated himself on the couch, his big cock sticking up towards the ceiling. Anita squatted over him, facing outwards, and lowered herself onto his throbbing flesh, her pussy. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. 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.