When I walk out of the bathroom,I am totally surprised to see Marc standing there with three guysbehind him and tells me to model for all the men, so ...I do. Guess I wasin there longer than I thought and didn't hear the phone ring. Walktowards and away from them, and the guys are catcalling me and I amloving it. At least I'm not tied up and can move a little. Marc turnson a small radio in the room and some lame dance song comes on and Ijust start dancing like a slut to it, and really enjoying. The four sitting at the table at the back of the room felt separated enough from the production being rehearsed on stage that they conversed with each other in whispers, only occasionally redirecting their attention to the rehearsal. ‘Brenda says that she has her hands full with directing the program,’ Charlotte said. ‘But we all know that it’s just Brenda making sure that Cassandra has one last moment in the spotlight,’ Evonne said. ‘Which is wonderful of her considering how hard Cassandra has. I didn't taste as I would normally expect, nor did she seem interested in kissing me. There was an odd taste in her mouth and couldn't put my finger on it. Anyway, she went up strairs to have a shower and get ready. I couldn't get that taste out of my head, what was that. I went upsatirs to get ready, but on my trousers, belt and shirt. I saw her phone was still in the hall. I was curious to check something, i wouldn't normally and she seemed so distant, I wanted to check to see if she was. Again she was very much against. Then I slowly became closer by talking topics of her interest. Slowly we became good friends. But still every night I was to write a short story for her.One Friday evening she surprised me by asking. If we could meet the next morning. I was in cloud nine and immediately said yes. I had never seen her before. Neither has she sent any pictures. So we planned to meet in a coffee shop in Bangalore around 11 am.I told her I would be in a grey t-shirt and brown.