" The senior girl told us.We didn't have the courage to ask why, because we understood it meant only one thing, introduction to seniors! We had to go ...to the room 340 or else the seniors were bound to find us out and it could be worse then. We slowly walked the steps to the third floor and reached the door of room number 340. I was wearing a white top and pyjama and Archana was wearing a shirt and an ankle length skirt. We saw a lot of foot wear outside the door and realized we needed to remove. “Yes, Josh, may I help?”“The gentleman had some questions about the house wine.”I looked at her. “I was asking if it is French, I assume not.”“No. It is a New Zealand grape and it was overstock so we took it off our distributor’s hands.”“That sounds lovely, I’ve had a number of wonderful New Zealand wines. And it will go well with the mushroom risotto I saw on the daily chef’s menu.”“Exactly why he put it there sir. Would you like to taste it?”“Absolutely.” In a few moments, she brought a dash. It will depend. I’m here on a scholarship I earned in high school. That and a few bucks I’ve earned in a part time job will probably get me through the two years. After that, well ... it’ll depend on finances,” she said with a shrug.“Where do you live?”“Just this side of Cloverdale. My parents have a farm. We grow hay and some alfalfa. They get by, but they’ll never be rich. Dad doesn’t think I need to go to college. I should just get married and let some guy look after me. Kind of old school. .." , Roger stammered,turning a very bright red. "I'll explain some other time."I helped him pick up the clothes - a couple of dresses, some quite sexylingerie, a makeup case and various other items which clearly were notRoger's ordinary belongings. I was most intrigued by what appeared to bea modern version of a mediaeval chastity belt. However, I did not pushRoger for any comment at the time and we spent the rest of the afternoongetting the cottage more or less habitable.We drove down to the.