They look normal sometimes. The world wouldn’t stop if you wore a pair of comfortable shorts, a T-shirt and sneakers tomorrow when you visit do your...promo for the station. You don’t need designer jeans and a thousand dollar blouse. This is another decision that rests solely with you. I was just thinking of ways to help you attain a more adult stature with your fans and ways to stop photographers from aiming their camera at your crotch hoping for a peek at your panties.”To her credit, Liz didn’t. Rittu said it’s ok not to worry about it and then he had an idea that we should go for long drive. I told Amit its ok and Rittu agreed to it. I sat on the driver since I had only one glass of scotch and Rittu next to me and Amit on back seat.We took road to Noida and Amit again took out a bottle and made a drink for Rittu. Rittu was enjoying the drive and also the drinks now Amit hands came from behind and started fiddling Rittu blouse. I was watching the scene and Rittu was also staring at me.. It wouldn't be as bad here as it was in the States; the media there would blow something like this way out of proportion and would hound that person for months, digging until he had no private life whatsoever. Here, in Canada, there wasn't much sensationalistic reporting or hero worship but I really was a private person who kept to myself and my family. I was lucky I didn't need the money that badly.I looked at the picture and I found the Princess standing by the coach. They both had the same. "As long as you lose the boxers, too."We kissed good night and curled up together and went to sleep. In the morning, I woke up with Laura cuddled into me spoon style. She was sleeping on one of my arms with that hand held by her two. My other hand went over the top of her body and under her top to cup her breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered. "Waking up in your arms is such a good thing, Paul. You're a good sleep partner."We got up and showered.