Tell me how I can help you. I want us to be like we were before.’ ‘I wish I knew how you could help me Karen, I really do. But unless you can thin... of something I can’t…’ I put my hand on hers. ‘Just be patient with me. It’ll come back, but it might not be in time to save the film. Maybe you’d be better …’ ‘No! I’m not having you written out, or your role diminished. That bastard manager tried to do that to us and nearly succeeded. I’m not going to let him win. Not now, not ever!’ I smiled at. ”“I’m not afraid! I just feel uneasy.” She motioned through the hallway. “Where are the other rooms? Where are the doors?”She did have a point. Thirty paces in and we had not passed a door yet.“I believe it’s a Presidential Suite. Here we are.” I pulled out the room key and inserted it into the slot.“Whoa! I’ve never seen anything like this,” she exclaimed.We walked into what seemed like a mansion. Quickly touring the layout, we found a massive kitchen, a living area decked out with a canvas. This had been happening for the last 27 years. Even on the day of their marriage, it was my grandad who took my mom, before my dad even got a chance to touch her.There was a ritual practiced in the society, back then, where the purity of the wife had to be checked and certified by the husband’s father. A set of questions would be asked, and answers will be given. That was all.My mom, however, was not a virgin, and my grandfather knew about it, well before. She had lost her innocence to her. Tiffany was mesmerized by his good looks and placed her handon his arm."Oh wait, let me get my things, they have to lock up after we leave,"Tiffany said.Tiffany went to the changing area and threw her clothes into the largebag she carried to these sessions and put the strap over her shoulder."Let me carry that for you," Paul said.Tiffany handed the bag to Paul as he escorted Tiffany to a waitinglimousine and helped her in the door. The couple arrived at a restaurant Tiffany would have never.