Over my head and around my neck were cold towels. Iremember seeing all the women standing and having drinks in there hands whilethey chatted and joked...with one another.There was a narrow board between my legs propped up by the bench with my nowpurple balls laid out on it. I remember thinking "what is she going to do now,iron them".Julie came up to me and said " that’s it hon, the worst is over". One of theother ladies already took the measurement but let me show you how we do it.See how the. Due the burning summer sunshine, I was sweating like anything, then the maid offered me cold water and informed that the landlady is getting ready and will meet me in no time. Soon, the landlady( a beauty around 29-30 yrs) appeared from the inner room (probably their dressing room). She was dressed to kill with transparent (see thru) light blue saree, matching blouse with low cut showing her cleavage and well developed breasts and was wearing her saree so low that it was almost 8-10 inch lower. A stranger greeted him with a nod. A man he'd never met before sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in front of him. Greg nodded back. “Cathy’s upstairs, she should be down in a few minutes.” Greg looked hesitantly at him; Cathy was his wife. “The kettle has just boiled,” the stranger told him. Greg nodded at him again and the man got up, moving towards him with an outstretched hand. “I’m Al, by the way.” Greg shook the proffered hand. “Greg,” he responded nervously. “Pleased to meet. Yes Love to you and love to Dad... Bye." She put the phone down gently and sat down, thoughtful, her face suddenly radiant."He says it's all right. All right if I still want him!" She bent her head, weeping and I went to hold her. "It's all right Polly - just happy tears. Relief. I thought he'd left me for ever. Why didn't I trust him?"She sniffed a bit and then asked, "Could I have something to eat. I'm starving."She went to dress while I got her some food. She ate ravenously. I was careful to.