It must be a drop in my hormones or something." I took her hand in mine. "I want to eat somewhere alone, just the two of us. You want to try the sixti...s diner upstairs?" That sounds perfect."We rose and walked to the door, hand in hand. Before we got close I saw a tan postal envelope on the floor just inside the door. The envelope was large enough for a sheet of paper to fit inside without folding it. I stopped Gretchen."That wasn't there when everyone left or someone would've said something.. It was from her. She sent a mail stating that she had misplaced her camera and if anyone finds it to contact her and left her number. I saved her number and check her profile on Whats App. Match! It was her. I dropped a text.“Hey!”“Hey! Weren’t you the guy who clicked the pics?”“Yes, that’s me.”“Well, I misplaced my camera and I don’t know what to do,” said she with crying emoticons.“That’s sad. Don’t be upset. I’m sure you’ll find it. Why don’t we relax ourselves over a coffee,” I said.“Sure,”. Why? The despicable IRA were targeting London and blowing people up with their destructive bombs! As if checking bags and hand bags would stop a determined bomber! In the hours after midnight the hotel drew quieter and at last I was able to go round to the Loading Bay Area for my lunch and a cup of coffee. I loved the expensively dressed beautiful women that came in or stayed at the hotel, saw or checked famous faces and celebrities, some women dressed very sexily. A few were obviously rather. She wanted me to be her friend and also asked me whether I liked her or not? Said that I liked her and I also asked her a question that what would happen if her children and husband would know then she said that “ my husband does not care about her , he simply wants to earn money and most of the time he lives abroad, and her children are grone enough and does what ever They want. Then she asked me whether I have any girlfriend or not, I said that I don’t have any girlfriend, they she suddenly.