“How nice,” Madam Grimes replied.Baron Pike had been in Society – the proper kind – all his life and was an accomplished liar.He had the sinki...g feeling these barbarians were seeing right through him.A feeling confirmed by Master Grimes.“Indeed, nice of you to say, Baron Pike ... but as we’re enjoying our honeymoon, perhaps you could stick closer to the truth, save us all some time best spent elsewhere.”Baron Pike wanted to glare at Carol but was far too practiced in diplomacy to let any sign. After finishing her breakfast, she took a shower and got dressed in theclothes that had been packed for her. She put on a bra and matchingbikini panties, a short pleated skirt, a white blouse, and a pair ofheels. After fixing her hair and doing her makeup, she grabbed her purseand left her room. She went downstairs and saw some of the other boys whowere going to the prom as girls wearing outfits similar to hers. Some ofthem smiled at her and she smiled back. Since it was Saturday and therewere. It worked well last week so I brought the tea kettle and stuff from home and picked up some fruit at a stand near my house.”Liz blinked.“You’re serious!” she said.“Hey, I take care of my girl,” I said, kissing her softly again.“You do,” she said cuddling up to me again. I stayed there, rubbing her arms for as long as I could.“This is killing my arm,” I said, rolling to my back again.“Sleeping outside didn’t do it any favors either,” Liz said, kissing my shoulder.“True,” I said. “Plus, the water. Now I realised I had just assumed so. I felt stupid and Maggie didn’t let it go. “I wonder if deep down you want me to go off with lots of black guys. Is that what excites you? Your wife being used by black guys?”I knew that Maggie would never do this. She was cross and tired. I was kicking myself.“It’s really not what I want. I couldn’t cope with that. I wasn’t thinking it through. I was confusing a dream and reality. I’m sorry. I’m more concerned with what happened and how things.