By the time Anu got up from the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist it was majestically erect and ready to enter chut again. Anu however waite..., holding and rubbing his lund. He said, ‘Are you alright dear?’ ‘What did you do Pyare? So much pleasure! Can we do it again?’ ‘Yes dear, we can and we will. You let me know the moment you feel slightest pain.’ ‘If you are going to enter me again I would like to see you doing it.’ Anu scooted her upwards and put a couple of pillows under her. As she dressed I watched her wipe up the leftover fluids."I have to go. Please call Emily. I think she's too shy or too worried about her image to call you."Emily was cordial when I called her and volunteered to come for me in the early afternoon. She seemed different than the others.On the way to her house I could sense that she was feeling uncomfortable. I tried to make trivial conversation but that didn't work.She was at home in the gym and seemed to feel okay. I stood beside her and began. To be exact, I found out they were going two days before they were scheduled to leave. I overheard one of the kids on the phone telling a friend about the trip.I tried to pick a fight with Phil over not being invited to go with them, but he countered, "Aren't you going on that facility inspection tour with your boss John Hunt?"I was but I was almost sure I hadn't told Phil. "How did he know?" Phil's statement took the wind out of my argument. Angrily I drove to my office and slept on the couch. Yet Miranda French’s demeanour had not altered, except to mellow into something like friendship as their working relationship had drawn towards its end. Carly was home free. There was no reversing what she had done. It was time to forget and enjoy. Wear it out on the town with the boy who had just suggested she move in with him. Her heart thrilled, driving away the last of her negativity.Miranda was waiting for her in the Cellar Gaston wine bar on the junction of The Strand and Savoy.