“I see you are wearing a wedding ring. Does your husband know about your modeling? Although, I would not exactly call it that,” Terence asked, qui...tly.“My husband is the one that had me do it,” Sandra replied, in a soft low subdued voice, as tears trickled down her pretty face.“Does he let you go on dates?” Terence asked, quietly.“I am not a prostitute!” Sandra said, louder than she had intended to, causing everyone to look at her again, as she said, “Sorry,” and put her finger up to her lips. I adjusted my pants and she noticed it and said that she needs to use wash room and asked me to wait. When she came out of the washroom she was even more attractive. More of her cleavage was visible and her sari was down an inch. And her makeup had an additional layer. I saw her and without my knowledge I said that she looks beautiful. She thanked me for saying so. We both got out of the room.I was standing behind her while she was busy locking the door. I went out of control. My heart beat. “Is that all right with you, Paul?” I asked him.“Certainly, as long as I can sing with your sister, at least once.”“Careful, she knows Shotokan Karate, and is a blue belt,” I said.He moved away from her a little saying he would be right back.“How old is he?” Tracy asked.“He must be in his seventies, at least,” I responded. “How about “We’ve Only Just Begun?”“Sure, I remember that from forever ago,” my redheaded sister smiled.Paul came back to say, “Are you ready to sing, my dear?”She finished. . I'm..."I spoke up, "Mr. Miller, look I think it's cool that you're looking outfor us and everything. But... You're going kind of overboard here. Youknew Brett is a friend..."He sighed. "You're right... I'm sorry... I just..."Sam came up and put her hand on his arm. "It's cool Mr. Miller. Thankyou... But we're cool with them."He apologized profusely to both Lyndsey and Brett and then ushered usout of the office. In the hallway I finally was able to fully take intheir costumes and I was still.