“I dunno. I’m a bit scared.”“You KNOW I’ll take care of you, right?”“Yes, but I’ve only thought about it. What if it doesn’t go as...I thought.”“What if it’s BETTTER?”You sit and ponder it for a minute or two. You get up and take my hand. Before we leave the couples area I stop you.“Just a sec. I’m going to go ask Rusty something.”“What?”“Just wait here and I’ll be back.”I leave and you sit on a couch feeling a bit uneasy. In about 3 minutes I return.“You stay here again. I’m going to go. " What's the problem, Jennifer?" Mike, if you were to walk out in the front office and look across the street, you'd see a green Dodge and two guys with a videocamera. They're a field team from 'Inside Hollywood', and I told them weeks ago that not only that I wasn't going to give them an interview in Spearfish Lake, I didn't want them here." They came anyway, huh?" I don't know what they want, Mike. An interview, maybe, but if I give them one to make them go away, it'll be like paying. She'd been on a course all week and was glad it was finally Friday so she didn't have to commute any more. She'd hung around late on purpose, idly browsing the eclectic stalls around Camden market and had picked up some early Christmas gifts whilst the opportunity was there. At least leaving it late she would miss the crammed underground with leering old men 'accidentally' rubbing their crotches against her firm round bum, getting themselves a cheap thrill at her sickened expense. Don't. I decided to follow her one day and left the house about 5 minutes after Sangita. she went to the train station and boarded a train to Sydney city. I was now pretty much sure that Sangita at least doesn’t work in the cafe nearby which was a walking distance away from the apartment.I followed her and she went in to a restaurant in Kent street. I followed her in the restaurant and sat down in a corner. I saw a young man came to her and they had a cup of coffee together. Then they left the.