It’s a small remote village and my grandparents were the richest family in that village. So they had a huge bungalow sorrounded by coconut trees. Si...e my grandpa is no more, my grandmother used to live in the bungalow with the assistance of maid servants overseeing our property.I reached my ancester’s home by 9 pm by car and had a bath and went to have my dinner with my grandma who is 75 years old. I was introduced to Saramma, the head cook who was 40 years old and her daughter Sarala who was. Remember, we agreed no secrets, total honesty.”I could see Claire thinking about my words. I knew I had to wait, saying anything else was pointless. Finally, she’d reached some kind of internal decision, and she gave me a weak smile and touched my cheek softly.“I love you, Neil. Don’t you ever dare leave me, you’d break my heart,” she said in a quiet voice, before getting a little philosophical. “I guess I know how you feel now, about me and Jason. It’s hard. So hard, but I know I can trust in. She didn't like having her private life exposed like this, but at least Bob seemed to care where her husband didn't."Yes," she sighed. "I tried to tell him, but he just couldn't believe anything could be wrong with him. He called me names and said that it was all my fault." Really? How long has this been happening?" Some six months," Rita said before she had a chance to think.Bob whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that little bit of information. He gathered that Rita. I'm ugly, and stupid, and my mind is a blur, not good for anything," she sobbed. I retrieved a six foot single tail and snapped it against her right flank with just enough force to cause a red line to appear. She didn't flinch. "Yes, Sir, Whip me hard and often! Mark my body. Make it suffer, Sir. That's all I'm good for Sir, Good for nothing, Good for being whipped!" I struck her left flank! Eventually, I guided her to the kitchen using the single tail. The kitchen was indeed a disaster area..