I related these concerns to Amanda and she agreed that we would need to be careful in selecting where and when to indulge. That led to another questio..., just how often did she envisage these ‘events’ happening? ‘Never more than once a month.’ She replied rather too quickly for my taste. She had been thinking about this, much more deeply than I had realised. The very fact that I had allowed the discussion to move so far into the practical side of the mechanics of these ‘events’ had revealed to. All four of them were planning on replenishing their wardrobes so they had brought very little out with them.Everyone — including Sam — was surprised at what they found when they left the terminal and went out towards the waiting car. A detachment of over twenty police officers had formed a corridor between the exit door and the waiting limousine. On the command of the detail's commanding officer, the detail saluted in unison. Reaching the car, the detail commander, a police captain, saluted. Ma tomorrow jadli thyaar ho kar aunty ka ghar ma pooch tu mana poocha aunty je apna tu abhi night dress bhi nahi change khi hai tu party kah hai aunty boli ke thum mara bedroom ma batho aunty breakfast laker mara pass aye hum dono na breakfast kiya or mana pooch ke party kaha par aha aunty boli wait karo aunty 5 min ka baad ayei or mara pass bath gayi mana poocha aunty asa kya dekh rahi hoi aunty boli kitna young ho gaya hai dekh tha he dkhta aunty na mara lips pa kiss kiya aunty boli yah oar. She held the cup out toward me. "Really," she said, that smirk still there, "go get me a refill."I took the cup and didn't realize until I was already in line that she'd forgotten "please" again. When I'd purchased her item, I returned to her seat and decided to tease her a bit by holding the cup out to her but saying "What's the magic word?" playfully as I yanked it back from her outthrust little hand. She simply raised an eyebrow to me and said "Oh, Mike, stop."She put out her hand and I.