“Great…Now where are you two off too?” Mal asked, now a little bit manic, for everybody seemed to be jelling.
“We’re going dancing my man, “The Bent Club.” You like to join us?” King, said.
“Thank you, but no.”
Glancing at Mandal, Mal sheepishly looked back to King.
“We’ve got some work to do…Maybe later…Have a good time.”
Nodding, King looked at a very confused Mandal with a little mischief in his eyes, back at Mal.
“Right, later then.”
Turning to a wall rack, he withdrew a flowing black cashmere cape, which he proceeded to wrap around The Africans woman’s wide, bare shoulders.
Oba took a step, moved her lips to Mandal’s, kissed her gently. She backed away, and smiled.
“Simply stunning. We will be fabulous friends dear.”
Mandal felt her toes curl in her boots as her lips felt li
