”I shook her hand as she told me it was finally nice to meet me. I thought that strange when she used the word finally. Like John had talked to her ...about me or something. I couldn’t get that photo of her and that other fucking bimbo kissing John out of my head.John showed me to my office which was right across from his. It was your standard office except this one had a sofa just like the one in his man cave. My phone rang and I looked at John.”“ Hey it’s not my office,” John said smiling at. We kept on following the story of the movie, but I didn’t know what Neeta was planning for me, but I thought that I would be safe in the dark. Sure there was some light being reflected back from the screen, but we were sitting right under the projector, so the light coming from it would normally hide me for everyone sitting in front of us. Maybe the couple behind us could see us, but I hoped they were otherwise engaged by now. I checked them two out for a second and saw they had only eyes for. I could see that the men were taking advantage of that. Every girl I saw was dancing with a forced smile on her face and allowing all sorts of indignities. It was easy to see that each and every one of them was here against their will. They wore forced smiles. But you need only look in their eyes to see the horror there.The real shock, though, was when I passed one of the stages and looked up to see two girls dancing. They were obviously twins. And I doubted very much if they were older than. It was also warm for the end of October. In fact we giggled that the temperature was the same as Barcelona’s!There was again an unspoken agreement that being together was more important than what we did, which meant that we would occupy the mornings exploring the area, and the afternoons, after a shower often taken together, an hour or two in bed, then dinner.It was not always love making, that afternoon bed: we would read or watch TV, which was entertaining since reception was intermittent!.