.a buffet meal...some visiting and introductions. “A” visited with relations from her late husband's side and soon we were off to our room. A ... room 2 bath suite, no less. I was instructed to shower while she rested, then she proceeded to freshen up. By now the sun was setting and the room became darkened. I sat on the couch in the sitting room and waited. Soon she made her presence down the short hallway wearing a white bathrobe as was I, provided. "Count," added Mercedes with a supplicating glance, "there is a beautiful Arabian custom, which makes eternal friends of those who have together eaten bread and salt under the same roof." I know it, madame," replied the count; "but we are in France, and not in Arabia, and in France eternal friendships are as rare as the custom of dividing bread and salt with one another." But," said the countess, breathlessly, with her eyes fixed on Monte Cristo, whose arm she convulsively pressed with both. She had her bag with her and said that she couldn’t stay long for it was take almost two hours to get home. Dinner was great and we went to a bar at Greenbelt and had a couple drinks. She told me that her husband worked on a big ship and was gone again. Reslie was really turning me on with her smile and eyes. After some hesitations, we talked a bit about sex. She had been a virgin L(which her good girl friends had teased her about) until her last year in university, had had only two. All those days of playing hooky were not wasted!I slid open the window trying to be as quiet as I could. Once it was open I slid a leg in and took off my shoe. I set it and its mate on the radiator to dry. It would not be good to leave wet shoe prints in the house. I shut the window once I was in and began a search for the library.The door to the library was not locked and I opened the door. I did not want to turn on the lights, so I used a flashlight. I searched the desk and table looking for.