"I am Sheila; this is Pete, my husband," I said. She didn't leave her stare at Pete. I don't think they know each other.
But she said "I met you before, but I am not sure when and where; never mind it." She took it back. But has she really met Pete before?
"Mind holding this for me?" Shine made a request for it and handed me a bottle of tequila. I accepted it and placed it behind me. After that, she strolled away into the distance.
Out of the blue, she stripped down in front of us, leaving only a bikini swimsuit as the sole remnant of her previous outfit. Pete and I exchanged bewildered glances, both taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
Following her actions, her garments were flung in our direction, ultimately landing on Pete's face. The symbolism behind this act is quite intr
