“Welcome back, Lord Terrance,” he said as I handed him my raincoat.“Thank you, Mr. Caulder. Is our guest about, or did she fly the coop while I ...as out?” Something told me that the whole Glenda thing might have been a very well done practical joke played on me by my Aunt and tutor.“Oh no, Sir: The young lady is waiting for you in the second floor study. I might add that she has been working like a dervish all day cleaning your bathroom, folding clothes and generally making herself most useful.”. It was nice and relaxing, but nothing outside the basic positions, in their bed in their bedroom, and nothing else was necessary in her mind. So Patrick found himself surfing for porn while Alice slept. It was life, and he was growing to accept it.One day they were at a local clothing retailer. It was a large sprawling warehouse style touting all the latest fashions at the lowest prices. Patrick was bored out of his wits. They had been there for more than an hour and Alice insisted on going. She knew by his smile that he approved.He moved forward in his chair, edging closer to a small, round table that stood between them. Lifting an oddly square bottle, he turned the peeling label toward the fire to read its faded letters. She watched quietly as he poured an inch of emerald liquor into each of two heavy crystal goblets. The liquid seemed to glow and sparkle through the many angled facets of glass. She grew more curious when he balanced a long, slotted spoon across the top of one of. Meera had mentioned her marriage by a slip of the tongue.As we spoke, the doorbell rang. “That must be Ashutosh,” said Meera, going to open the door.In the bedroom, Preeti opened the package and took out 3 pairs of dresses for air hostesses. She offered to go first. Meera explained that Preeti had a boob job that the doctor reported. Ashutosh took out his laptop and suggested Tarang go for a pixie cut.I took her to a unisex saloon opposite our building. There was a lot of hair on the cape after.