Next year the writing was on the wall. I knew his end was near. This time he begged me “Sir, I was also an Engineer, please don’t give me money. J...st pay for my tea and biscuits” I paid for his meal.I went back to the Seamen’s club and asked the staff why they didn’t try to inform his family. It turned out that his dad was a very rich industrialist in Delhi and he took him back several times and tried to rehabilitate him. Every time he would run away and land up here. His family finally got fed. “Oh that is terrible” I said. Shella laughed “terrible about her husband hitting her or not have sex for 5 years?” she said. I said both. I figured that was the safest answer. One Friday night Shella and I went out for dinner and drinks. Shella seemed to drink more than usual. We got home and Shella was cuddling up to me. “Remember I mentioned Maddie” she said. “Yes, your friend at work, right?” “Yes” said Shella “well she told me she had never had oral sex with a man. I told her you were a. I dont think so. Natalie quickly said dismissively. Why not? Mila asked. Well&hellip, Natalie began, her brain desperately searching for a good reason, its two totally different environments. On the set were surrounded by people, here were alone&hellip, So, we can practice here and then tomorrow when theres people around you can just imagine were alone. Then you might not feel so awkward. Mila interrupted. That wasnt the problem. Natalie protested. Then what was? Mila countered. I&hellip, I. Missy finally regained enough composure to interrupt, “Ok, ok, that’s enough, you did it.”Janie held her hand up at Missy and said, “Fuck you bitch, I’m not finished.” And as everyone was balled up laughing, she returned to her spot next to me, bent over pulled her shorts and panties down past her ass, and said, “Suck my ass, you motherfuckers.”When we all recovered enough to continue playing, Missy gave the bottle another spin. It slowed to a stop pointing at Jon. He perked up as Missy pulled.