”I took a big sip of champagne, handing my sulking son the empty flute and motioned for him to hurry along. When I turned back to make my way up the... walkway ramp leading to the backstage curtain, there was Garrett, standing between the parted curtains he was holding open with his hands. He had an amused expression on his typically stubbled face. “You’re almost on, Princess,” Garrett announced just loud enough to draw the attention of the dozen or so people mingling about the outside backstage. Sir Geoff was a quite handsome, conservative looking gentleman in hislate fifties. I had met the gentleman briefly before but only in companyof mother. I was not certain how much she had told him. Of course, as a'friend of the family' he must know that my parents never had a daughter.Sir Geoff was mother's solicitor but he had also been a longtimebusinesspartner of my late father and for some reason I was quite surethat Sir Geoff was on the level with and by the sound of it even quitesupportive. Akki bola chal parul bata kaha chale? Bedroom me ke bahar garden me? Mene kaha dekho ye sab thik nahi hai, tum ajit sir ko bolo ke ye sab nahi karna, to wo tino hasne lage. Aur mujhe bola tum jagah batao bedroom ya garden. Mene security wale ke samne dekha aur unhe kaha ke bhalu kaka aap to kuch samjhao, wo hasne lage aur bole chal chal aab jyada natak maat kar. Salman bola garden me hi chalet hai, maja ayega.Akki bola sahi hai, par pehle ek kaam karte hai, parul chal apne kapde nikal yaha pe.. "And of course, we're going to spend a week together at the beach," she adds, mischievously."With our spouses," he reminds her. She just shrugs and kisses him on the lips.Before they leave, Rhonda suggests they draw cards for next week so they know what to look forward to. He agrees and draws a Doggy Style card from the box. The picture is just what you would expect with the woman on all fours and the man penetrating her from behind. He was hoping for something more exotic, before it dawns on.