What is it we’ll be looking at?’ ‘Tell you what, let’s get home and pack a bag. I don’t have all the details, but Diana’s going to meet us...at the pub where we’ll be staying and she can fill us in.’ So that’s what we did. After we’d packed overnight bags, Nathan told me, ‘Okay. Dress is walking boots, cords and a warm top. Bring a jumper and a waterproof coat.’ ‘Cords? Do I have to? Can’t I wear jeans?’ ‘No. We always wear cords in the field.’ ‘But I don’t want to. Cords don’t suit me.’ ‘We. "Yes?" it said."I am here in answer to an email I received" Paul's nervousness was betrayed by the waver in his voice."On time, good. When this door opens I expect to see a male staring at his shoes. If you raise your eyes, this meeting will be over. Clear?" A voice, clearly used to command, barked at him in response."Perfectly ma'am." Paul's nervousness increased as he imagined all sorts of horrors once that door had opened. He heard the catch click and the handle began to turn. Hurriedly,. She was a cute girl, with a nice smile and I was happy to meet her. her name was Deepti. When I met her, our conversation went like this:Her: “Hi, How are you?”Me: “I am good. You look cute… better than in your picture on Hi5”Her: “Thanks… same is for you… You look nice as well… I didn’t know people posted their real picture online”Me: “Is it? thanks. I am new on these social networking sites… didn’t know that I am not supposed to put my real picture”Her: “Ok… so what do we do now?”Me: “You. He's also now thirteen and pretty sex-mad, I guess like a lot of boys his age.I'm his sister and I'm fifteen and he's always trying to get a look at me when I might not be fully dressed and just drools if I'm out back sunning myself.My mom is also a part of the story, she's widowed, my father was, well, let's just say he was in the military and didn't come home.Mom is thirty-six, hardly old, and she has dated a little but not that much. She's certainly pretty enough, in fact she's a real.