I made a decision that let me ride motorcycle for a few days so that these guys will not have fight and can enjoy”.So for a few days, I was commutin... to office via motorcycle and she noticed that too, didn’t ask much about but asked how’s your motorcycle and time takes to travelling etc.” so, one night she has to stay bit late, so I too.The problem was after 7:30 pm there was a direct cab at 11 pm and again most of the time only boys would travel in the cab at such odd time. So she was in. After checking in, Victor and I went to the pool; the weather was warm but too windy to go for a walk down the beach.I was there lying in the sun, when I noticed an old black man was staring at me… or better I would say, he was staring at my body…I paid not much attention to him; as I lay there on a chair, closing my eyes. My loving Victor said he was tired and he went directly to bed in our room. He added he needed to enjoy a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting close to me.I smiled. She ran towards me with joy and started talking with me.She had gone to defecate near the stream and saw me near it and came to see me.After enquiring about her husband she started to cry thinking about her fate.I felt really sad for her and in this process I totally forgot about my football match.After some chatting she called me to visit her home. I said ok since sun hasn’t risen still and it was freezing cold outside.I went along with her to the hut and planned to depart from there in half. ***IntroductionYou can't really say that you were saddened to hear of your uncle Lester's death. After all, the old lecherous bastard, despite his obvious distaste for you, or perhaps out of some perverse desire to annoy his own children, had left his mansion - Coldbrook Manor, in rural Maine - to you.Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids in large dynastic families tell to their.