Seamus’s best man made a speech, which although bawdy in places had delighted and entertained all of those invited. Uncle Mick did his usual party t...ick of dancing like a puppet with tangled strings and landed flat on his back, sliding under one of the tables that ringed the dance floor. His legs stuck out from under the tablecloth and there he stayed.The five-tiered cake stood up. Bets had been taken at what point it would topple. Strangely, no one had wagered that it wouldn't collapse. They. Is that ok with you?" My 'condition'! Is that what you're going to call it? MY CONDITION!" she shouted. She started to get up and leave, but thought about it. Perhaps it was time to get it all off her chest. To let someone else know, someone she could trust, like her doctor. It was going to be hard though. Only her mother and the doctor who'd delivered her had known of her 'condition' and now both of them were dead and unable to tell anyone. Or that's what she'd thought. Apparently her. Ron is married to Sonya but thinks she's quitevanilla. Then, on one magical night when their hot neighbour Debbie comesover, the trio get drunk and the two girls dress up Ron and make him theirslavegirl for the night after a dare. The story ended with Sonya sayinggoodnight to Debbie with Ron in tow in a dress with his wrists tied up.]Once Debbie had gone, Sonya turned around and looked at me and smiled. Iblushed. I was dressed in a summery frock with flowers on it, my lips andtoenails were a. So within the next couple of weeks, my lovely Nisha left for Bombay to pursue further studies. I had to convince her parent’s to let her go under the pretext that I want her to be well educated so she can come back join my family business. But what happened in Bombay with her and her adventures are what my series of stories are about, as explained by her to me only recently. Nisha had a rich but drunkard uncle who lived in Bombay. He had a huge house, but was barely home. Nisha stayed in the.