No, not at all. I was just surprised." I followed her to herbedroom.She lit a cigarette. "You know how in the movies, the condemned personalways gets ... last smoke? I figured I shouldn't miss out." I sat theresilently, watching her take a few impatient drags. Then she stubbed thebutt out in the overflowing ashtray on her desk."So, you ready to do this?" she said, picking up the gun. I nodded. "Ijust want you to make me one promise. Don't go all girly after youbecome me, okay? People will think. She was very furious as this is not fair to women. She slipped her husband a mild sedative in the ceremonial milk. Now he would sleep till morning without waking up and sent me the selfie.She told me that she wanted to protest all this stupid tradition. She dropped her lingerie down, now standing completely naked, with the mangalsutra in her neck and 2 golden bangles. When you have a naked woman in front of you, it is hard to resist for long. I still tried.I told her that if she was not. The walkway stretched from Seaforth to Burbo Bank with high sand dunes on the Inland side, the walkway was their way home. As they walked Emma's mind thought back over the evening that they had spent in the Bars around South Road, they had eaten earlier on, and then "cruised" from one bar to another getting "pissed" and talking "shite" to each other, she felt very pissed now as she breathed in the fresh Sea air, she felt the breezes wafting up her simple white dress pleasantly cold after the. He was having an affair!I moved in a daze to the bathroom. No, there was another possible explanation. I was dreaming.After my shower, the insanity continued. He came into the bathroom, gathered up my towel and the clothes from the hamper and disappeared out the door.I put on my makeup and entered the bedroom to look for a sweat suit so that I could begin my busy day. There was so much to do.But there he was, smiling, cheerful. "No sweat suit today, honey. Get dressed up. Go shopping. Go get a.