Is that also true?"Once more Jessica simply nodded in response."And you can not tell me why you are doing this, who is making you do this or what your...so-called mission is?" I'm sorry Martin. I really would like to tell you, but I can't." I don't get the large picture but there must be a very serious reason as to why you can't tell me. A reason that is even so serious that you will commit suicide if needed, therefore, I will not press you any further on it."Jessica's face showed some relief and. I comforted her and we started walking back to the resort. It was getting dark.At that time she got a call from her relatives that they will be returning to the resort in the morning as they were going to spend the night at their friends place.After we reached her cottage I ordered her dinner and we had dinner together. When she was having dinner she removed her pallu and I was memorized by the view of her cleavage. Her boobs were awesome and in good shape. She bent down and served me food. She. She, probably thinking that I was expectantly waiting for the unveiling, tentatively turned around with her back to me and slowly dropped her towel to her feet.She placed her left hand down between her legs to cover her groin and her right hand went across her chest. She then looked back at me over her shoulder and she was literally pleading with me with her eyes and tears pouring down her cheeks.All of a sudden, I was struck with a shocking jolt of déjà vu as I remembered seeing her in this. It's always the same way. I can cope with it intellectually but every so often events or places conspire to bring the ghost back. It's a ghost that I have to exorcise, from here at least, if I'm going to get on with my job. The question is - do I want to? If I can come here, here of all places and not feel "that sweet sorrow of parting", does that mean she really has left me? Left me physically. Left my imagination. Left even my memory. Left never to come back?"... So we have commissioned some.