The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon... written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. He stopped and let me to catch up with him before continuing to walk in the direction he had been going."Hey," I said, taking a hold of his shoulder and stopping him. "What's the matter?" What's the matter?!" he said, barely containing his emotion. "Just say it and get it over with!" Say what?" I said, feeling his grief rise another notch."Just say its over so I can go... go... die somewhere!" he said with a sob."ERIC!" I said exasperated. "It's not over! It will never be over! I love you, man,. The leaves have changed colors making everything picturesque.My name is Don Parsons, fifty one, currently living alone. My wife was a victim to breast cancer twelve years ago. My job is my life. My career has been very satisfying as well as lucrative. There have been a few affairs the last one nearly two years ago. Being single allows me to entertain job offers such as this one.Up ahead, I notice someone standing by the road. It is a pitiful sight; even at this distance I can make out the body. Tanisha stayed in bathroom for little longer. I got dressed up and sat on bed watching Tanisha coming out of bathroom and dressing up. “I want you to move in with me. We will get more time to spend together. So by today evening I want you back in here with all your baggage” I said. “Are you sure about it, i mean what if our colleagues discovered that I’m living with you. It will spoil my reputation in company. I don’t want to be branded as the girl who sleeps with her boss to get promotion and.