And the child (3-4 years) who used to play with her. One day I took some courage and went to her home asking for some help. She is from Kerala I could...understand easily. I rang the doorbell with full of tension in mind. And immediately she opened the door. I could see a surprise and tension in her face.I heard some flushing sound from the bathroom. At that time I got more tensed. The child was along with her. She told that “Aunty is there in the bathroom so please go.” So I left her home with. " They shook hands in turn.Your fourth son is this scamp and general troublemaker, Walter Edward, Duke of Western Hove, son of Rein Cockson." The boy stood and reached across the table to shake his father's hand,"Don't believe him Sir; he picks on me because I'm smaller than him ... now" And this little tearaway, your youngest is Matthew Samuel Nancarrow, son of Nan."Matthew had to come around the end of the table to shake his father's hand smiling mischievously,"So far!"McCock looked at him,. Susan led the way down the hall and stopped in front of an apartment door. The hall seemed strangely quiet, and I was baffled when she produced a key and opened the door.The apartment was dark. Susan flipped a light switch. "Here we are," she said cheerfully. "What do you think?"I didn't know what to think. We were alone in a barely furnished studio apartment. A Murphy bed unfolded from the wall conspiciously occupied much of the single room.Susan dropped her coat on the single chair in the. “You’re only a slave girl, his fucktoy. Any relationship can only last, at most, until you go home. Just because he’s treating you like a human being and not a criminal, doesn’t mean he has any real feelings for you. He’s only doing it for Leon’s sake.” Another part of my brain countered with, “Go with it. So what if he shows some feelings for you and you have to leave him in eight months? At least it might make your life here a little easier. Maybe he is only doing it for Leon but if you can.