The dream of the adventure off the Southern California coast came back again. I flash forwarded it, like I was skipping through television commercials...– don't ask me how, I just did.The insertion from the helicopter. We all hit the water. Found the bomb on the support of the oil platform. The hammerhead shark hit George. Me, dragging him around underwater while we searched the other oil rig supports. The blue light of the underwater welder. The 'discussion' with the guy in the chopper about us. Is there anything urgent today?" Only reviewing the quarterly budget. I've highlighted the areas you seemed most concerned about. Will there be anything else?"Richard took the documents and scanned them. "Not immediately. I'll let you know if anything comes up." Unlike with his last secretary, he meant that without any sexual innuendo. He'd allowed himself to get too distracted by the last girl, hired for her looks and apparent willingness. It had taken a fair amount of money to get rid of. ‘You’ve shown me disrespect. I’m you’re mum and I’m going to l damn well teach you a lesson. Get up.’He quickly stood pulling up his boxers. Over his childhood years he’d grown to know the tone of that voice. No arguing with it, but there was something different about her look, her dress style and her demeanour. In his mind he couldn’t quite place what it was.‘Bend over’, she said. He’d known about this too but not for at least the last 10 years The last time was when he was about seven he’d. She always said that she was happy to serve me. I knew I had taken my revenge; I had made her my bitch,” said Kantabai completing the narration of her adventures. Or so it seemed. “But age had its tool on her. She passed away a few years back and I was all alone. That’s when I had an idea,” said Kantabai switching on the lights. There on the front wall was the portrait of her mother with probably who was her jethani Surmabai. On the top of the wall was written ‘Irani Family Sluts’. Below the.