Grace was more than any man could ask for, but was it too soon? And what about Cecilia? I had promised to see her again. In the meantime, I had things...to do.Wednesday afternoon found me at the Trump International Hotel Chicago. The concierge in New York had made all the arrangements. As an owner of a condo in the Trump Parc, I was upgraded to a suite in the Chicago property. It was damn near as big as my condo in New York and certainly more opulent, and the view of the Chicago River and Lake. "Hmm, and to think, just a couple of hours ago you were telling methat you didn't like guys," said Miranda. "Oh, you're going to loveMatt, he's even better looking than that guy." Molly just sighed. "So do you want me to tell you about him?" asked Miranda. "Sure, why not? What does he look like?" she asked. She was shockedthat she really was interested in what Matt looked like. Miranda laughed. "Oh, you're going to love him...and he's going toeat you up, he loves redheads." . .andhere mein kuchh nazar nahi aa raha thha…maine kaha main hoon daro mat…bas yahin kahin candle hogi …dhoondhte hain…woh boli main tumhare saath hi rahoongi…tum dhoondho…Aur yeh kah kar usne mujhse mera haath maanga…maine kaha andhere mein kaise pata chalega main kahaan hoon…tum ruko main dhoondhta hooon…main uski taraf badh raha thha…main apne haath hawa mein hila raha thha ki maine use chho liya…maine uske kandhe ko chhua to maloom hua …woh sirf bra pahne thhi…maine peechhe hua to usne jhat. I like my prison shirt, but I've got some other clothes I'd like to wear." With two buttons unbuttoned." Oh yeah? I'd like to see you with all your buttons unbuttoned." Really? I'll show you." Honey, stop." She was pulling her shirt up. "I was joking around. I love it when I see you and when I touch you, but I always want it to be special times—not when I'm just joking." You know, don't you?" she asked. "I'll always do whatever you want, Brian. Just tell me. I know it means a lot to you." It.