"Marty's on the prowl," said Court. "Let's get the windows closed, doors locked and curtains drawn."Libby looked at him apprehensively but ran to lock... the back door as Court started drawing the downstairs curtains."I need to watch the back of the house," he said."Please don't leave me," Libby pleaded.Court squeezed her hand. "I won't. An upstairs window will be fine."Libby blushed and then giggled. "Come up to my bedroom," she said.Court grinned at her. "Very forward of you, young lady."Libby. Anoop was more like a friend than our trainer. He insisted us to explore Mangalore. He shared the best hotels, restaurants, temples and places to visit in Mangalore. We never needed a guide. What more can we expect from a trainer. He was our best friend. After the end of every class he would tell us the place to visit for the day and we planned our day accordingly.The first weekend of our training, we went to Panambur beach. It was the nearest beach that we could reach by bus. We all went. ’, remove your clothing and obey.”I was sick to my stomach. I hoped my father-in-law could handle his liquor. Definitely didn’t want a black heart.We were all handed a copy of Lifestyle Etiquette and our assignment was to read the first chapter and write a paper in our own voice, stating our feelings and opinions about the situations discussed in class. Emily Post definitely missed this volume.On my way to Submission class, we girls got a few minutes to chat. I learned that the girls had. The redhead threw back the hood of her sweatshirt and brushed her hair back, wrapping it in the scrunchie she held in her hand. That feels much better. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror over her dresser.Her mouth dropped open, and her breath caught in her throat. Her lower lip began to tremble.“That was a great ride, Lainy,” said her freshly-showered mom, stopping in the doorway of her daughter’s room. “You kept up pretty—Lainy! Oh, no, what happened!”The left half of.