“Is upstairs open today? I’m spending some quality time with my favourite niece and we’d like somewhere quiet where we can talk.”Mel affected ...n angelic smile while affixing herself to my left side, the side away from the main restaurant, like a limpet.“Of course, Mr Jackson,” said the distinguished-looking Indian man. “You’re always welcome to dine upstairs when it’s not booked for a party. My nephew Rajesh is serving today.”“Thank you, Mr Sharma.”Mel bolted up the stairs in front of us and I. The men's tee boxes on the course were being readied for a tournament and we all had to play from the woman's tees. Should have been an advantage for the boys, right? I beat them all by four strokes and was never asked to play with them again. Ron, the clown I had to share my commission with, beat them by seven strokes when he played with them and got a pat on the back for being a good golfer and was invited back. I beat them and we have to sweep it under the table because it would look bad if. I was considering following Samuel’s non-verbal advice when Broderick threw that one out of the window when he said, “Why should I? Unlike Mr. Great One over here, I am not your lap-dog. Or do you prefer the term ‘friend’?”“Hey, what’s your problem? We have just met. I don’t think I have given you any reason to dislike me.” I was beyond annoyed and was having to mentally restrain myself from physically harming him, reminding myself that we were here for a common cause. But after all the. I was almost fainted. Poonam then said, ‘kaka aa shu, tamne aavu nohtu karvu joytu hatu have aa nahi jodaye group ma, to shu thashe? Ane aane mom ne kahi didhu to? Chacha, whats this, you shouldn’t have done this and if she don’t join our group then what? And what if she complaints it to mom?She came near and slapped my ass over my denims. She opened my denim buttons, zipped it down and pulled it down in one go. I started crying and pleading for mercy and they didn’t listen a word and were all.