They were under the carpet in the other crate at Gustafson's and still marked with their pre-war price tag.They would be damned expensive in 1911; the...600gb price tag specified Nur 99,9 Feingold-Barren' (99.9 fine gold bullion only); about $2520.00 US gold certificates or bullion in 1911. Why they were even near the Great Lakes is a mystery; someone must have thought they'd be great on the bridge of an ore freighter. The mile and a half from the bayou to the boathouse was almost too close for. I mingle with the others and I see Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Oh does he know what he does to my heart beat, to my essence? I am taken to the dance floor, and after the second set we are interrupted. Oh my, it is him. I take his hand, he twirls me and all I can do is smile up at him. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. He has a strong grip on me, as a slow song begins and he holds me tight. He whispers, "You look amazing!" My heart races, my head resting on his. In no time, Nirmal was back. He was holding a tray that had her dinner, which included chapatis, dal, and vegetable. He was ogling at Maya. She noticed and tried to limit her movements to restrain the jiggling movement of her round, freely hanging breasts. Nirmal: I can wait and you can have your dinner and if you want anything more I can bring that. Maya : So kind of you Nirmal. Maya pulled the table on which the dinner was kept near the cot and sat on the cot to have the food. But as soon as. ‘What does it mean?’ Olivia grinned and lent back in her chair. ‘What do you think it means?’ she asked, her eyes glittering wickedly. The woman shook her head. ‘I don’t have the slightest clue, and I doubt that the poor soul who wrote it did either. Why would one advertise for flowers within the Times, and what is a flower of the night?’ ‘Indeed,’ Edward said wryly. The innocent way in which the old widowed woman spoke his clever metaphors, with their delicate hints of sensuality, delighted.