"With that I withdrew to the door, I looked at my Mistress as I closed the door, thinking how lucky I had been to meet her. Almost by autopilot or som...e preconceived idea, I moved to the door opposite knowing that this was my room, I gasped as I opened the door. The room was lovely, with pink and mauve walls, pink silk curtains and my bed set was pink satin. The dressing table was a typical female dressing table, covered in perfumes and cosmetics, and a wardrobe like the one in my Mistresses. She was happy I could see it from her reaction.Shashi : nin gandandu kooda iste hudha eediya? (Is your husband’s penis too this big?)Mom : ning yaako adella? (Why you need that information?)Shashi : aavna bitu nan hatra keisko thidiyalla aadike keldhe (you’ve been fuShashi : ning innu vaargu yaar yaar keididare? (With how many people you’ve been fucked)Mom : thu oogu yaaradru intha preshne kelthara?(why do you ask these creepy questions)?Shashi : nin antha deha mathu soundarya sumne bidthara?. ’ Was she coming on to me? I wasn’t going to be that easy to dupe. Still, as a man, I didn’t mind her trying. ‘Well,’ I replied neutrally, ‘I have a young model who is claiming her pregnancy was brought about by a certain well-known actor, and the blood tests revealed the baby wasn’t even hers, let alone his.’ She didn’t seem to be surprised about this. ‘Now that means something’s gone wrong somewhere.’ She was a looker, there was no doubt about that. Five foot two, long blonde hair, pretty. All the wine at this party tonight was evidently provided by him. He spoke more of making wine but Lola was lost. Her knowledge of wine began and ended with drinking and that was about the extent of her interest. Lola was content to smile and nod as long as he kept dancing. They seemed to dance without touching the floor. The music never stopped. It was the same song playing over and over again that never ended. Other conversations melded into the music. He was still talking. They were still.