All in all, I was mentally kicking myself for having been so gutless for not having had stood up to these guys by saying no to them. In all fairness t...ough, considering the overall situation a bit more thoroughly, with two well built, totally nude, middle aged men towering over you, the situation would have felt pretty imposing for just about anyone they might have approached, not only us. Considering we were on their turf, so as to speak, and their demeanour had been both friendly and not in. I was down by the river one morning hunting for stray glasses with Michelle, when Beverley called me back towards the pub."There's a young woman in the bar asking for you. I told her I'd send you in," she said to me when I got close to her.With some trepidation I headed back inside. 'What the fuck does she think she's playing at?' I asked myself on the way in, for some reason assuming it was going to be Lindsey. It wasn't; I discovered my sister, Julia, sitting at a table in the bar, nursing a. "I look like a stripper." Sara complained, and instantly realized she'd just stuck her foot in her mouth. "Sorry." "It's fine," Tracy said with a forgiving smile. "The guys online would love this outfit on you." "Tracy-" "I bet, you'd get all kinds of tips." "Tracy, stop," Sara interrupted her friend. "I just- I couldn't do what you do. I'm not like you." "What do you mean? It's easy," Tracy said. "Seriously, guys are dumb. You show them a little skin, and they fall all over themselves. More I observed…more I became firm in mybelief that my gut feeling was right.Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. Istopped her.“Don’t go now. I want to talk to you.”She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out.She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.“Come here.” I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She satsilently looking at me with curiosity. I sat.