She sat there and then I lifted her smooth bare legs(she was in a knee length skirt and a sleeveless white cotton kurti) to be placed on the sofa and ...s I almost touched her thigh from back she could feel the heat and then I asked looking around, why are their no maids or servants to help her,she said smiling wickedly,I have sent them all on leave. I asked her cunningly that is why you have called me on a holiday to do your work. She said hey you stop pulling my leg,when I have such a young. ...Now be carefull how you walk andfollow mommy, my darling Marcia."When i carefully entered the lounge, i was again stunned as there was mr.Johnson, the man i had just sent such an embarrassing message. Strangely,and i'm still not shure if it was Marc's disappearing or something moremommy had added to our session, it didn't feel embarassing anymore...Mr. Johnson was a bit bigger and a little older (i think he's somewhere inhis mid sixties) than i had thought before, he was very handsomely. It had never been on the grid! We would have water, though cold, but no power. We had oil lamps, some clothing, and some freeze-pack food. We hoped to use it only in an emergency and only for a short time. We visited it only about once a month just to make sure it was okay. We told no one about it.Our discussions with other couples over a potluck meal in town continued. It was a strange way of meeting. No one knew exactly where anyone lived or even details about their living conditions. Heather. ‘Shut the hell up. You’re a dead clown walking, you know that? Dead clown walking!’ There were ominous *clicks*, and switchblades appeared in the girls’ fists. Wellington looked at the advancing trio dubiously and shook his head. ‘A shame, young lasses. It is far better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. It is your misfortunes to have removed all doubt. Very well, then…have at thee!’ Valarie stepped in and slashed a criss-cross at the jester, but Wellington.