she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush. Elena then took her chair and turned it around, sat in it, then took her slippers off, and placed her feet on my lap. “Okay babe. Husband of mine will you rub my feet right here in the Dining room? They are feeling rather sore. And my left foot also has an itch that I can not reach because of my big and very pregnant belly. Now scratch my foot.”I nearly laughed at her impersonation of a rich snob giving orders that you see in those old shows on tv.“As you wish my lady.” I said as I grabbed hold. Her brows furrowed as she gazed at him, feeling very much scared as he had mentioned. ‘Who are you really?’ she whispered almost harshly. ‘Have you been following me?’ Nijel blinked and shook his head ‘No … no. I haven’t seen you until today. You can rest assured I haven’t followed you nor have I hired anybody. As I said earlier, I’m Nijel. Nijel Harris … professor and … ‘ His tone hushed again. ‘Master of Knowledge of the supernatural.’ That last comment confirmed her suspicions … he was.Read More
