I said to her, “Aunty, if you dont mind, you can stay here. My parents won’t be home for another 6 days”. She asked, ” beta, won’t you have ...roblem?”. I said, ” of course not aunty”. She was happy to hear that. We kept on talking and at night we had dinner together. It was the time to go to bed. She took off her green saree and came to bed. I was already lying there. I was quite surprised that she didn’t ask me for another room. For the first time, I saw her in blouse and petticoat. But those. I won't get it. This is my first show. He'll ask for a sixty/forty split, sixty to the gallery. Hang tough on that one. He'll bend to the fifty/fifty. He'll want me to pay for the framing. Bend on that one if you must, but be prepared to front the money for the frames. I'll pay you back out of my cut from the sales. Hang tough on the photography, but if you have to, agree to split that cost, but in that instance, I'll want ten color prints of each photograph for my future use. In the end, I'll. It was as if she was a different person. Cold. Self absorbed. Temperamental. Not one of those emotions would I have ascribed to the Marilyn I thought I knew. What happened to the shy, self-effacing woman of two years ago?She admitted to be addicted, as she called it, to the celebrity limelight. She was feeding on other people's admiration and envy. It was the other drug she was accustomed to.I'd lost her and there was no point in thinking there would be a tomorrow for us. It wasn't going to. Mom had been my educator, herself exposed to men at an early age, so she knew the ropes, as girls we had something most men craved, she just turned those cravings into hard cash and bought herself a nice little hotel for travelling salesmen and businessmen, men who parted with their money for those extra services mother would offer, daddy was very much the cuckold, I caught him many time outside the room where mother was entertaining, and watched his wasted semen drop onto the carpet, it never.