" Pala, don't ever call me master again! I am Jon or Mr. Morgan, and not your master. You do not have to bow to anyone ever again, unless you wish to ...o so!"He looked at me with an astonished expression before Koma spoke to him in his language. I caught some of it, but I was watching Mikey watching me as I walked up to him. He had a glazed look in his eyes, but seemed alert to his surroundings."Mikey, do you know who I am?" Yes, you are the new owner of the island and our new master."I took a. Peter took me to her house on Thursday morning, to Maggee he thanked him, Peter collected some tools, and told me what he was interested to put the aside to collect them on Sunday afternoon, All Thursday morning we were in the attic, Maggie was making 3 piles to keep, for charity, to throw away, I told her that she could sell some of the staff at a local antique or second hand store, we will do that Friday morning she said. At the end of the day, she said we can continue tomorrow, let's clean. He took her to a hut in their fields. He showed the hut and told her to go inside alone and he will come afterwards so that no one doubts.Disha entered the hut and fixed the mobile to her hand bag now. Ritvik soon followed and came inside and bolted the door. It was kind of dark inside but I could see and hear them both clearly. Ritvik looked at her eagerly and she just smiled. She parted her pallu as Ritvik asked her permission to do the honours. She nodded and Ritvik just nernously went ahead. "Gopping, by the way, is an Army term for anything dirty, smelly,unpleasant - that kind of thing. It could be interchanged with minging,gouting, or hanging. Our English had bloomed with military terms weheard every day, most of us swore like dockers without even thinking ofit - every day we were a little more squaddie."No self-respecting woman under 95 wears tights any more," Kelseygroaned when we were dressing for our first inspection in paradeuniforms. Natural tan, which the Army had picked.