Last minute plans at a time when the whole world was upside down, tended to fail in spectacular ways.“At least I’m having better guidance with Sal...y’s wedding,” Charlie muttered.Sally was getting married a month before Betsy. It was to be a small affair on the beach at noon. A guest list, small though it was, had been assembled, invitations sent out, and arrangements made for those who had to travel.“How’s that going?” Betsy asked.“It is going well,” Charlie answered.“I can’t wait. I’m gonna be. “Even if we had never met, there is a good case for you to remain here. You would be very wealthy by Sri Lankan standards.”“And leave behind my family? My friends?”Tony contemplated this. Immigrants could sometimes bring their parents over, but Manjula could not bring her aunt and uncle, and certainly not her cousins, or friends.“What is your aunt and uncle’s income?”“Twenty thousand rupees per month.”Tony took out his phone and consulted a few websites. “Okay, starting salary for a quant…. How would you please me if you were here?’, ‘I’m fucking horny, I want you to rim me while I play with myself’, ‘I want a new bag for the wedding, get this one for me Sometimes you ask for suggestions: ‘I’m just heading to the bathroom, would you like a picture?’, ‘Fuck I’m wet for you, should I play with myself?’, ‘I’m doing you a photoshoot, what would you like to see?’, ‘Do you think I should put my butt plug in for the afternoon?’, ‘Heading out for drinks in a bit and have a nice short. " I said to him, trying to act as normal as possible even though I was twisted up in knots inside."Morning." he mumbled, as he continued to just look down into the table.I served him his breakfast, bacon and eggs, and poured him a glass of O.J. He sat silently, picking at his food. It was obvious that he had lots on his mind. I nervously finished with the food and fixing myself some coffee, and sat down at the table opposite Chris. I felt as though I had to say something to him."Chris, honey....