’ I took a step back from the girl, forcing distance between us just in time for third party to enter into the room. The boy was young and beautiful...��at least, by someone’s standards. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them ‘nymphet’s.’ I called them degenerates. This one was quiet and shy, and he knew better than to meet my eyes as he slipped across the floor towards the girl. I watched him closely as he took her hands in his own. In interval also I didn’t pay attention to couple next to me and walked out of audi hall to catch coke and pop corns with friends.In the second half in first 15 min her hand touched my hand and body few times and I was not sure intentional or unintentional. But I decided to be bit daring and touched her hand back making it unintentional. As I was office friends I can’t dare too much too. But I sat on edge of seat so I can touch her more frequently. I had thought of touching her more but. "They all went over to the window and looked out. It was still darkoutside, but helped by the light in the room they could see a smallpatch of the garden outside quite clearly. It had been raining lightlybut constantly for three days and there were footprints in the muddyground leading quite clearly to and from the window!Daddy scratched the slightly bald patch on his head in puzzlement andMummy shivered a bit.Michael jumped up and down and said, "I told you Santa would come!"Mummy turned to. ’ Twenty-five quid for each tender, seventy-five total.”“OK, I’ll give it a whirl. Have you got them with you?”“Yes.” Grace looked slightly abashed.“Cheeky!” he grinned and gave her a gentle kiss. “I’ll take them in tomorrow. When do you want the answer by?”“Friday?”“That sounds fair.”“By the way all this is ‘Commercial-in-Confidence’ so please warn whoever.”“Yes, ma’am, Miss Grace!”Grace told Hugh Walker what she had done the next morning.“Well done again, Grace! Let’s make a tentative plan.