"He handed me the book held open to a particular page. The scene was ofSolange, the elder of the two maids and sister to Claire, the younger.Throughou... the play Solange and Claire engage in role-play mocking oftheir mistress as well as others whom they run into. It all seemed likefluff to me, but this speech of Solange's was pretty cool. She was wildand explosive. She changed direction in a split second and the wholething was a hysterical roller-coaster ride. At least that was the way Isaw it.. Should be just a few minutes..."They stood in front of the sunflowers in the gray light, occasional drops of mist falling on them. The sunflowers around them were turned in their direction, the flowers' leaves looking like rabbit ears. And then, as if my magic, the flowers lowered their leaves into a curled position, curving their stalks to lower their reflective flowers to the ground."My gosh," said Kahoku. "It looks just like they're worshiping us. Spooky..." Come on," said Mark. "Let's. I had no idea what my wife would say when I entered the tent again but I told her it was all sorted and explained what had happened and what he said, to my surprise she was excited by the thought of a young stud wanted to fuck her, she said how young it made her feel that she was still sexy to the younger guys. I said how glad I was she said that and called Tom in to the tent. She covered over again as he entered and looked at me with anger. I reminded her of what she had just said and her. It was best to be polite but he couldn't be expected to keep track of all these women, he felt. He vaguely remembered her, one of Larry's early contributions to the business, he thought. On the far side of the room, the Kalinin's son was sprawled on a couch, enjoying the favours of a woman whose head was buried in his lap. Between the couch and the camera, a girl dressed in a shimmering black silk version of Kushtian traditional costume had a girl trussed cruelly and wriggling at her feet..