I took a step closer to them and cleared my throat. “Uh...excuse me, mom?” Before I could say another word, my mom was looking at me with her typi...al snooty stare. “Tommy, do you mind? Can’t you see your mother is having a discussion? Run along.” I glanced at Mr. Turner and was surprised to see he was looking right at my mom’s cleavage that was pretty hard to miss the way her dress was pushing it up. He didn’t notice me looking and my mom was too busy staring at me to see him. She pointed her. I wore a sexy bra that allowed my large breasts the slightest bit of shimmy as I walked.We’re both married. He’s happy. I’m not. I want a diversion. He wants a working relationship.Fine.But while I was in the back putting supplies in the broom closet, he came down the narrow hallway to wash his hands. I couldn't resist a quick grope, all in good fun, as I squeezed down the hall behind him.And so, after all of that good-natured joking about what men wear under their kilts, I found out the truth.. As they stood, Brian demanded that they also apologize to him, and to me, for being forward. Trey just shook his head, and Tony started to give Brian the “evil eye”, staring at him hard. Brian didn’t back down, and repeated his demand. I could tell that Brian was going to get his butt kicked if he didn’t just let it go, so I tried to intervene. Brian told me to shut up, that he was handling it, and that he still wanted them to apologize. Tony told Brian that since I was speaking up, I must. Language was not a problem in Bangalore but to find such ancient monuments in deep hinterlands, local language is a must. So, I contacted my hotel Travel Desk and asked them to arrange for a guide who is well versed with the interior of the State and can talk to the people in the local language and dialect.In the evening, I got a call from the Travel Desk that my guide has been arranged and is here, if I would like to meet him. I said sure and told them to tell him to wait in the lobby. There I.