Chapter Ten
“You are not serious, Julianne!” tittered Rena Gokhale as the shaven headed American flunky beneath the comfortable patio-chair in which she was seated, drinking a Mojito he himself had prepared, delivered her shapely feet a most delightful massage.
“You would lose money if you were foolish enough to wager money on it, my dear Rena.”
“You are saying your servant here actually takes the p***s of your husband in his mouth as a way of supplying him a service you yourself are unwilling to provide? Have I heard you correctly?”
“Entirely.”
“Then I must also take it that your… man… here is gay – or at least bisexual. How else could he ever have been the womaniser you have described him to have once been?”
“Oh, he liked the women plenty enough,” answered Julianne Prakash, eying t
