While she was there, I thought. I thought long and hard until we reached Maria’s house.Since her name was Maria and I was to ask for a recipe for ta...ales, I presumed Maria was Hispanic. Wrong. Maria was Polish and lived in a lovely brick house in a nice suburban neighborhood with kids playing in the street and bikes everywhere. She was about sixty-five, a lovely widow who had raised four children and buried a husband after a life long marriage. We had a delightful visit before I put her in her. That and in 10-15 years, if you're a real good-girl, I may parole you so you can go make a dutiful wife for some lucky man."I didn't want to think to much about what she just said as my mind just wasn't ready for what she had planned for me. I knew though that I believed her threts though, and would not try to test her.The TV was on during breakfast and there was no mention of me being missing, not was there anything in the paper even. Like I figured, there was no 'rescue' party that would. Ranveer was confused but headed to the bar .As Ranveer was seated he saw the same man there . The man was speaking to his friend’s , they where smiling and talking about the women he was speaking to unaware of the the fact that her husband Ranveer was beside them listening.The guy was telling his friend’s that she (Bipasha ) was his old girl friend. Then he said that earlier she was not chubby. But then his friend’s started giving some dirty comments and describing her voluptuous figure .. ‘Yes I saw him sitting outside the café having breakfast. ‘Did you speak to him’? ‘Yes I said hello. I asked if his friend had arrived safely then I noticed another plate on the table. His friend suddenly appeared from inside the café and David introduced him; his name is Alex … he’s about the same age as David, very French and a typical rugby type … quite dishy too. He’s a charmer like David, he kissed the back of my hand old style and said’. ‘It’s nice to meet you Sue, David told me all about.