I used the canes to tap on everything I could reach, occasionally planting one and spinning around it as I came to rest facing another table. I clanke... a couple of mugs and a pitcher, the bar top, stools, and the top of a fop's head. Gently, of course. I made a hollow knocking sound with my mouth as I tapped. The room was laughing and soon joined in the chorus, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" The story went on some time and I kept it going until I couldn't think of anything else to. Uski kamar yehi koi 34-36 ke aas pass hogi.ek dam se woh meri taraf palti to mein yeh soch ghabraa gyaa ki kahin usne mujhe usse dekhte hue pakdaa to nahin, par essa kuch nahin thaa, woh meri taraf dekh kar hassi or niche ko aapni chaapal dhundne ko jhuki jo ki thodaa bed ke niche thi. Lekin ab mein uske hare blouse ke gale se uskee gore-gore momoo[breasts] ko dekh rahaa thaa. Usne koi bra nahin daali thi, jiske kaaran woh niche latak rahe the. Uski momoo ki galli[clevage]itne sunder thi ki. ‘If you’re going to get someone else to tell her the best person would be Trish. She was personally involved with you from when you were admitted. Why don’t you phone her?’ I admired her insight and told her so. ‘That’s why I’m your PA, and your concubine!’ ‘Concubine! I like the sound of that.’ Off we went to bed again. Afterwards she made an addition. ‘Why don’t you text Greta and see if there’s a pre-wedding party, a hen night? Ann’s defences would be down if Trish crashed that!’ ‘I’m glad. When he threatened her with boys, she had just run to a row of lilacs that followed the perimeter fence and was smelling the flowers to pass the time while she waited for him to catch up. She glanced at the boys, but they couldn't compete for attention with that pink scent.Oh, she wasn't unloving, just distracted by other things. It was, after all, their third day, and the edge had been blunted enough to let her be drawn to other passions.In the Chinese Garden they saw the boys again. It was.