When she got in the van she told me about the other man that had seen her. I told her that I had seen him also. She asked if it turned me on to have t...em look at her. Looking down at my erection gave her the answer. I asked what she wanted to do the rest of the day. She told me that she would just like to set in camp and play cards. I got out the cards and went to the table. She got dressed and came out of the van. She was wearing a very skimpy mini skirt and white top that she had tied just. I said to him – My God. You are looking like Hrithik Roshan. I am afraid she may fall in love with you.He smiled – Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. I am a true professional, so you have nothing to worry about, my friend.I winked at him – College friend, my dear.We laughed and then chatted for a while. Then I excused myself and checked on Nisha. She said the tea is almost ready and she would be there in a couple of minutes. Nisha was wearing a tight-fitting salwar suit today though I didn’t. I moved to change the subject."Sorry, sweetie." ... ummm ... so is dinner all you had planned tonight?" Oh, no," she grinned. "Not by any stretch of your imagination." But you're not going to tell me, are you?" I said, hoping to get a hint."Nope," she stated flatly. "You just come along for the ride and you'll find out soon enough."I shrugged. "Far be it from me to deny such a beautiful lady..." She blushed.The limo pulled up in front of a well-known nightspot that features live Jazz. Annie. Catherine Gore was the female with the feline-like walk, seen when we visited the publishers of Frankenstein.“Yes, of course, she is the publisher’s niece. What of her?”“Catherine is now employed with Whittaker Brothers publishing company. It appears there were tensions, not relating to publishing, between her and her uncle, and Catherine left his employ.”I recalled Lackington’s appreciative scrutiny of the slinky Miss Gore, and could hazard a guess at what those ‘tensions’ were, but said.