I cared about this lady, and didn’t want to hurt her or for her to regret her decision. As I undid her blouse, a pretty flowery light blue bra was r...evealed. As I slid her jeans down her lovely toned legs, a matching pair of briefs came into view. Not the sought of underwear you associate with a pensioner I though to myself, and I must have chuckled slightly. “What’s so funny”, she asked, and I told her and she too laughed. It really relaxed her. “You’d be surprised what some of us pensioners. After she did this a few more times, I realized that she was doing it intentionally in order to induce me to look at her. When I recognized this, I dropped all pretense of restraint and openly stared at her legs for a sustained length of time. Eventually, I looked up at her face, expecting her to be looking straight back at me. Instead, she kept maintaining the pretense of being wrapped up in her laptop. However, once I was looking at her face she immediately smiled and slid an open water. Really loved it!Me: Hey, thanks Kavya!She: Where are you from?Me: Bangalore and you?She: Naanu same.Me: Oh Kannada baruta (oh you know Kannada).She: Ha, I was born and brought up in Karnataka, so barute.Me: Awesome, why haven’t you updated any display picture in hangouts.She: Nanu jasti use madolla hangouts aduke (I don’t use hangouts much).Me: Ohh sari sari (Oh, ok ok).She: Neenu single huh, committed huh? (You are single or committed?)Me: Single, broke up from a long-term relationship. From. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher Aufregung und Neugierde die Riemen und öffnete den Band.Ich war.