‘Let’s go sit in the living room. I have some questions I want to ask you.’ We walked to the sofa and I invited her to have a seat. She sat in t...he middle so I’d either have to sit right next to her or sit in a chair. I opted for the chair to keep some space between us. ‘Beth, I’m amazed at how well you cleaned everything! How is it that a sexy girl like you is cleaning houses for a living?’ ‘Well, sir, it’s only a summer job. I have a full scholarship at the university that pays for. Now we are lodged in the enclosed harem on the northern tip. Our quarters are walled with red clay and topped with thatched reed roofs in all sorts of funny odd angles. In a sheltered courtyard invites a big round lilypond teaming with sparkling goldfish for relaxation and meditation. And through a wooden gate in the main wall a trodden path leads down to the riverside and onto a stone jetty, where usually a flat-bottomed fishing boat is moored. This is the place for us to bath and to swim. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. Make sure you stay sweeter than an Hesheys kiss for me too,” John said. Then we made out for about 5 minutes straight. We both wrapped our arms around each other as tightly as we possibly could. We held each other like that for about an hour in silence. He both shed a few tears of happiness as well. Then my phone rang. “It's my mom, I better answer it,” I said. “Go ahead angel,” John replied. Then I answered it. “Hi mom, what's up? Something wrong with little Jeanette, or big Jeanette?” I.