Whenever Margie started to giggle at one it seemed everybody was looking at me for my reaction. Sometimes this made them laugh even more! She would op...n the present and take it out. They were mostly panties and bras, nightgowns and stockings. There were garter belts and some clothes."She even got a fake penis! A little card was attached which said, 'FOR WHEN YOU ARE HOME ALONE' Everybody laughed real loud then and even Margie turned red! Everybody seemed to be looking at me again and I turned. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" Margaret smiled and stuck out her hand for me to hold as we walked a few steps towards the other dancers. She practically fell into my arms and started talking while I concentrated on holding on to my hat and keeping her chest spaced a flat, open-hand width between us."It's the last dance. They relax the rules," she said as she snuggled her body next to mine. The other dancers' bodies were melted together so I accepted her statement as being true. The. He was no longer the man he used to be; mad with love for her beauty, he'd hung himself from the battlements six months prior, but lived. The rope mark on his neck would take the rest of his life to fade. "Your majesty," he said, voice still a bit garbled. "These pilgrims come with a gift for you." Who are they? Why have they come? Is it…?”"The Princess," said the captain, with a nod. The Queen almost leapt for joy."Is she here? Is my daughter—" Dead. Your majesty."The Queen froze. The words. We were supposed to get down at Hyd at 4pm in the evening and board the train to M'lore at 9pm the same evening. Everything was well planned. The train to Hyderabad was almost on time. We reached Hyd at about 5.30pm. We waited in the waiting room for our next train which was scheduled at 9. But by about 7.30 pm news trickled in that the train to mangalore will not leave at night that day due to a maoist threat and will leave early next morning at 4am. We were completely fazed as our entire plan.