Benson the owner was a very charismatic Jamaican man with a real physical presence, six feet eight tall, built like a rugby player, with his head shav...d. His dark brown skin shined like he polished it. He wore expensive suits and always had lovely aftershave.We got on very well and to be honest I had perhaps flirted a little – at least initially when I was trying to get the contract. Anyway he asked if I would join him for a meal that night. We had had business lunches before and I was only. After I chose Remington as the topic of my PhD thesis, and set outin search of him, I called in some chits I still had with the Bureauand was able (unofficially, of course) to look at his file in the FBIcomputer. It seems that, at the age of 19, JohnER had been arrestedin connection with a barroom brawl in Chicago. The charges againsthim were later dropped. However, before that he had beenfingerprinted, and a copy of those prints was duly filed in the FBIcomputer. Now I had a copy of those. I have read lot of stories and today I am going to share one of my story which happened at Delhi during one of the workshop at IIHM at Munirka. This is a true story we had a work shop at IIHM for 7 days and the participants were from all over the India. The participants were male & female and most of the participants were staying in the hostel of IIHM, my room was in second floor. One the first day of workshop a lady aged about 43 years was sitting next to me, at lunch time we spoke to each. They thought of it as muscle pain and my mom suggested to see a masseur. I agreed but there was a problem. I could barely move to put on some clothes. I couldn`t go to get a massage naked else I would be the one providing the massage and getting a "happy ending"We had to try though. They found the easier cloth to put on: a dress, a short one too. Now, they didn`t bother putting underwear on me. I just had a dress on me with nothing inside. They put me in the car and we went to the nearest.