He wanted to grab her and take her to his room, sod the stupid after party. ‘Fine, do you need a ride back to Stoke Bishop? I’m driving back once ...’m dressed.’ Kainene shrugged still happy, ‘I’m just gonna call Lornes’ and make sure they’re okay then, yeah sure.’ She dialled the number and asked a screaming Lorna what they were up to. ‘We’re on our way to Mbargo for a quick drink then we’re off to Ponana. Hope you aren’t upset that we left without you, we just thought you wanted to hang out. ‘It seemed…. appropriate’.We stood silently in the lift. I could still feel waves of hostility towards me in my wife’s steely looks. The old doorman opened for us as we past. A pleasant married couple off for an evening stroll. Outside it was dark but warm. A breeze coming off the sea. Wire hung lights stretched off the promenade and down towards the private beach where I presumed Eddy would be closing up for the day. We walked without speaking. Part of me knew what we were heading into but now. “Business or holiday?” he asked.“Holiday,” I answered.After nodding his head in acknowledgement, he asked, “So, do you want to fuck with me?”I was totally floored by his candour but reckoned that when you hit the nail on the head, things are what they are.“Yes,” I replied.“So, you want to fuck here, or go somewhere else?” he asked, matter-of-factly.“I’ve hired a room,” I answered.“Good,” he replied, before adding, “My name’s Mario.”“I’m Shawn,” I retorted.Mario then stood up and gave me a ‘what. If a pallo fell forward then he could feast on the sight of jiggling breasts. Some blouses gave glimpses of cleavage. And when they squatted at times the ghagras revealed more leg than normal. All this happened at the wall in the backyard near the well and the taps where the Thakur would engage in this ritualistic bath.Thakur Hari Singh sat on a low stool, about two feet high and crossed his legs so that he could sit for a great length of time in this posture. At this time he wore a small cloth.