During dinner whilst discussing their day by the pool, Tom raised the topic of relaxation techniques he employed to enable him to fully enjoy merely l...ing around for hours on end. He chatted to Mandy about people watching and trying to close his mind down from the stresses of his job and his life back home. He commented that Mandy seemed to find it easy to relax for long periods of time and she told him to read a book. This was Tom’s opportunity to raise the novel. “Yeah, I might pop along to. And if you can't speak because something is in your mouth, tap my leg of the floor or whatever three times, and I stop. I promise.”She looked at him approvingly, instinctively trusting him because of her love. “That will work.” she said. She put most of her hand in her mouth (as much as would fit.) “Mershy.” she said, the word mostly muffled, but he smiled and nodded.“You say it three times to get me to stop.” he reminded her. She nodded and smiled at him, thanking him for the reminder with her. “Dude, Lacey Nichols is my big sister, and she’s told us all about you in high school.”There was a name Ryan hadn’t heard in quite awhile. Lacey went to the same high school he did. She was a year older than him, quite a party girl, and though he had not ever slept with her, she was best friends with a couple girls who had themselves draped all over Ryan during his junior year. She would definitely have known about his wild exploits then, and if she shared that info with these kids, there was. When my friends were pulling my leg, she intervened and said No problem, karan will be with me in my tent. Truthfully, I didnt want to to be there as I thought I would be missing out gossip of my friends but after every friend denied me entry to their tents, I was left with no option but to be with Miss Mamta. In early evening hours she cheered me up and said, karan, dont you worry, your friends will allow you from tomorrow.After dinner we played dumb charades and then Miss Mamta called it a.