"It was almost two a.m., before Hillary arrived home.Ronald was up and waiting for her as she walked in the door."Hillary did you do something stupid ...onight?" Ronald asked in a voicethat demanded an answer."You mean telling the world that Jennifer Rivers is our next Queen?"asked Hillary in return. "You bet I did. As we speak the presses arerolling with the story." You don't know what you have done," announced Ronald."Yes I do. I taught that bitch who the rightful Queen should be,". Not much in France. But, what I'm looking for is someone with initiative and imagination." Good luck," Helen replied, "you're going to need it to get anything more than the basics." I hope I can motivate them a little, too." Come by when you're through. Tell me about it"When the doorbell rang, Helen closed the drawing she was working on and went to the door. Sandy had pulled off his shirt, draping it over his shoulder. She put her arms around him and pressed herself against his bare chest. The. She then said "I will take leave now — I should not delay your dinner".It is custom in our house (and among all Hindus) that when any lady (not a widow) comes to your house, when she leaves she will be asked to take Kungkumam (the red dot Hindu ladies apply on their forehead). So I told her "please have Kungkumam". I took the small vessel where it kept and gave it to her. She took and applied it on her forehead and said "thank you". She went to the door and I followed her. When she was stepping. Well?”“Ermm,” was the best I could come up with.“I think you should say sorry and kiss it better.”I looked at Laura, who looked right back at me. Neither moving or talking, neither showing any expression. Then I jumped onto the bed behind her, taking hold of her hips before she could get away. There was no fight or struggle from her, she wouldn’t have moved if I had done this in slow motion without touching her.“Sorry,” she instructed me.Putting on my best pouty voice, I said, “Sorry, Laura’s.