He carried on as though she hadn’t spoken. ‘Well you’re not. He’s not stupid you know, he’s not going to marry you, he’ll get bored with y...u soon enough, you’re just his bit of rough. He stands to inherit the title, and your just some waif that’s drifted in and caught his fancy. You’re not one of us, I bet you didn’t go to a decent school, Can you even read and write?’ She staggered backwards. She couldn’t breath. It felt like he’d punched her in the stomach. She gripped the counter. How dare. A small grin tugged her lips. She felt confident once more and a sense of determination to set the score. She put on her most modest article she could find in her walk-in wardrobe, a navy blue knee length sleeveless dress that didn't expose her cleavage. She then chose her favorite white designer handbag she often took it with her to the clubs. The color of innocence and purity. For her footwear, she went for the teal heels for the occasion. After having breakfast with her mother, whom cared. "Marion ... I'm aware of your affair with Mark Dreesen." He saw the look of shock and the color drain from her face. She was rigid and almost gasping for air."What do you mean? What are you talking about?" she finally managed."I'm talking about the affair you have been having with a 24 year old man named Mark Dreesen, a part-time massage therapist, I'm told. You met him at the Marriot Hotel yesterday and you spent several hours in room 816. Please don't embarrass yourself by lying about it."It. The windows were closed with thick curtains and we dint have to worry about people disturbing us in that type of cottages.It was 3 pm and we sat for a round of drinks and the ladies preferred Vodka including me and Naveen had Whiskey. The TV was on and FTV was preferred by the ladies. After a couple of shots, Naveen and Seema sat next to each other and started caressing eachother’s arms, neck and Naveen started petting Seema’s waist and thighs. Anita noticed this and was casual and came sat.