From then I stopped texting Shiv and kept my distance from Anjali. Many days had passed. I strolled the supermarket to purchase some groceries. Anyway... once I made the payment I walked home. To my surprise, Anjali parked right in front of me in her sports car. Rolled down her window.“Hi, Hasan how are you, where you off to?”This was the first time Anjali did not greet me with ‘salaam’. I knew that the formalities were now out of the window.“I’m fine, thank you. I just went to pick up some bits. 18th Log A.T,Dr Grant may be more screwed up than I thought. I brought up the question of our actions and all he responded with was accusations about my loyalty to him. Simon was there to back him up, agreeing with everything he said, no matter how much crap the man spoke. I backed off the subject and apologized quickly, blaming my doubt on the stress of the situation. He seemed to accept that quite easily... possibly too easily; I will have to be careful.I look around me and the full impact of. It was all rather unfair. Yet he adored her so. If he ever taxed her on the subject, she merely said something to the effect that he was too over-sexed for his age.Mason the butler enters. "Tea, Mason," says Isabel curtly."Yes, your Ladyship..." Mason bows and withdraws.Sir Charles swallows awkwardly. "I do wish you wouldn't be so abrupt with Mason," he says. "He's been a family servant for years." Abrupt? Good God..." Isabel almost sneers. "He is a servant, isn't he? Not an equal!"Sir Charles. He surrounded her with his arms and pulled her close into his body. Beth felt something hard pressing against her stomach. She looked down."Oh my God, how did you get hard again so quickly?" She asked both impressed and amused."Guess it's just the company, ma'am," he said in his best western cowboy drawl and reached up to tip his imaginary hat.Beth laughed. He stepped on his jeans and, lifting his leg, pulled each pant leg in turn over his boots. Beth heard the last leg tear as his boot passed.