Then she took hold of his shoulders and pressed gently.“Kneel down.”Camilo's nerves were fraying. Sure, he could be here to serve a gorgeous femal... dominant at the behest of some weird religious sex cult, or they might be about to knock him out before pilfering his major organs and selling them on the black market. He realized, suddenly, that he was taking a big risk. The nun who led him in walked into the distance before the wooden door closed with a loud clank.“Mistress Vivian?” he asked, his. When the DJ at this party asked for “all the unmarried men in the house” to come to the center of the dance floor, I pretended not to hear and busied myself by studying the label of our table’s bottle of Cabernet. I always thought that the catching of the garter was more silly than entertaining. Many wedding guests might disagree with my take on it and actually look forward to the ritual – that’s okay with me as long as I’m left out of it. Since nobody here knew me, I was safe – my marital. He was coming straight from his office to the small diner on Wooster Pike where we were going to have lunch. He was there waiting when I pulled up.“Been here long?” I asked.“Two minutes, Son. You’re on time,” he said as we went in and sat in a booth.We ordered the house special hamburgers, which were some of the best in Cincinnati, and a few minutes later, they were on plates in front of us.“How are things going?” he asked.“Good. School’s great. I should have straight A’s again, though calculus. " Sorry, but as things look there won't be any show," Lila said."Why not? Have you decided to pay for your food," I asked."No but when we left, we handed over two trunks containing the masks and dresses to the forwarding agent of the Hotel. Unfortunately only one trunk containing the masks arrived and the other went missing. Till they locate it we can't perform," Faiza giggled."As the Hotel's forwarding agent messed up things we don't have to perform and still the food is free," Susan.