Nathan had appeared troubled after reading it, disgusted even. But then...“Yeah, I know.” Nathan swiveled in his computer chair to face me. He lea...ed against the armrest, fist pressed against his cheek. “You were peeking through the door.”“You knew?” I asked. I didn't catch his eyes shift toward the door that night. Not once. “How did you—?”“You left the door cracked, Rena.”Duh. “Oh... right.” I fell silent. I wanted to say something, but the right words eluded me. I hadn't thought of what to. Trembling, I poured exactly two measures of her favorite single malt. I pulled a cigar from the humidor on the cart, unwrapped it, cut the tip, put in my mouth. I held a flame to the end and, when it was well lit, I went back to her. I put the Scotch in her open hand. I bent over and she took the cigar from my mouth and took a puff."You're getting good at that." Thank you."She took a deep pull from the Scotch and looked up at me."I'll give you a choice," she said, moistening the tip of the. Khushboo organised grand party at her farmhouse. I got ready wearing Dark blue shirt and jeans. I drove my Chevrolet Cruze to Pooja’s house and then we headed towards farmhouse. We reached on time. There Pooja introduced me to Khushboo. She was really very stunning. She was wearing grey colored tunic. She was two years elder then me. We hugged each other and sense of electrifying feeling passed in me. She was also having some naughty spark in her eyes looking at me. Talking about her vital. Although we have always assumedthat she would marry a prince, how do we know for certain that her taste,well, given that she was born a boy, that she is interested in men? I havenever seen her show any such interest, although perhaps it is something agirl confides to her mother. Has she?"No," the Queen replied, "she has not." Would it not then be an embarrassment to invite the princes and send themall away, if Charlene is not of that mind? Should you not inquire beforewe do so?" Me, Henry?" the.