That afternoon I took a stroll and as I was passing I called in to Margaret's home. I rang the old-fashioned door pull on the side and could hear the ...bell ring inside. A lady in her late fifties answered the door."What do you want young man?" She asked."Margaret said to call in any time I was passing," I told her."MARGARET! You mean Lady Margaret, she never said anything to me about this," she replied to my question.I heard a shuffle behind the lady and I saw Margaret."Denis, how lovely, Joan. I thought it best not to miss the opportunity. I told him much the same as I had told the lady. When I finished he told me he had a proposition to put to me. I would have to trust him implicitly, but could leave whenever I wanted. He said I was young and pretty, but alone and with no visible prospects of supporting myself. I could return to my ?aunt?, finish my studies, and hope to make a life. Or listen to what he had to say, right to the end, and then decide. I promised to listen. He told me. Nowadays the typical street car boasts a one or two cylinder turbo-boosted engine that usually puts out the equivalent horsepower of the lawn mowers from twenty years ago. With the Government standards mandating at least 75 miles to the gallon, these cars struggle to maintain the forty five mile per hour freeway standard.When we think back to the early part of the century when cars cruised the freeways at 70 and all of the horror that accidents at that speed caused, it's a wonder anyone. The moment she came out of the room after her dressing with the dress changed my opinion. She was looking like a barbie Doll in that dress. Dress is none other than SAREE. Whatever dress they were but the romantic feel given by the SAREE cannot be given by any other modern dress. On seeing her in the SAREE my point of view got changed and was in confusion to take the relationship to the new level or not.During the party she was observed by all the people present in the party including females.