Now, we have little time before the supper, so get busy on setting up the pod, while I take Jackie down to the infirmary to deal with her anal issues,..." Robert encouraged Julie and the others.Robert guided Jackie back to sickbay, explaining to the medical officer what the situation was, much to the man's exasperation mixed with relief. At least the sponsor had looked deeper into the matter now, the man thought, but this was no time for an abused concubine to be too proud to seek help. She wasn't. So I came out and started searching for her. I knew where to search for her, “the men’s toilet”. But I didn’t find them there. I got worried. I looked everywhere but nobody of them was visible. I got really tensed as well as angry.I went to underground parking seeking for them. There, one middle-aged ugly looking man, was sitting and stroking. He smiled at me and winked like trying to tell me something.I asked, “kya hua” what happened. He said, “there is a man fucking a randi (whore)”I knew who. That made everyone laugh knowing exactly what he meant. Peter took me back to our home, carried me into the house and giving me a little kiss sat me down on the bed. I sat there for a minute while the words from my mother echoed in my mind, so with Peter still sitting on the bed I stood up and slowly removed my wedding gown. The top was a see through corset but my veil provided the modesty that was needed, I simply untied the lower portion of my gown, let it drop to the floor and stepped out. .. it wasn't bad, slightly too sweet for my taste but stronger than I'd have imagined. To be honest, I'd still have preferred my usual pint of John Smith's Bitter but, dressed as I was, I guessed that was out.For while, the pair of us stood there gazing about but then I had to put my drink down on a nearby table. "I need the loo!" I shouted in Mistress Angel's direction to which she replied with a dismissive flick of the hand. Taking this as permission to go, I looked around and finally spotted.