You do still not know the world”.Iasked her to remind and see how many ladies are in revealing outfits? And shesaid Almost everyoneThen?What’s wro...g”Mom: “But I felt bad”Me:Nothing to feel bad. Its common Rupa, Sorry momMom: “Why are you calling me with my name as if you are my husband?Me:“As the people in the shoppoing mall were constantly referring you as mywife, I got used to it”Mom (mischeviously): “It’s better if you leave it nowMe:“Sure Rupa sorry mom hahahaMom (mischeviously): “Naughty. . like they always did at these parties."Laura, darling, are you enjoying yourself?"Laura Wilson turned quickly to face the familiar voice, and then shrank inwardly as she realized it was Abby Farrington."Yes, lovely, thank you," Laura replied politely, and quickly moved off towards the drinks table, hoping to catch a glimpse of her husband Bill. She didn't catch the almost venomous glare that Abby threw at her back as she retreated.Laura didn't want to talk to Abby, didn't even want to see. I just couldn't do it. I just wasn't the snitch type.Even though I was totally exhausted and stumbling a bit, I stopped for breakfast. Without the food, I would be waking hungry every couple of hours. I had the cafe's full breakfast special even the grits. Ordinarily I wouldn't be caught dead eating grits, but it was okay to eat grits in the Cafe on the Square.After a half hour run and a half hour breakfast, I ran back to my room. Something about sleeping after so long without a shower made me. Cuts circled her wrists and ankles from the restraints. She shook her head and gotten into the frothy bubble bath. As she sunk down into the lavender scented water, her body screamed protest. Everything stung. She ignored it and settled down, leaning her head back against the cool ceramic. She felt hands on her shoulders, massaging the stiffness from them. She leaned forward and another body slipped into the bath to support her. A gentle lover, he massaged every inch of her, taking pride in.