Mate…

What have you got yourself into here?

This is not good – not good at all.

They were led to a suite of old-fashioned rooms, each with large windows overlooking the bay. The furniture was ‘club style’, old and comfortable with a large writing desk.

Perfect…

If you had something to write about…

Did Charles Dickens ever go to India?

Leaving Rita to deal with the porters, Max stepped out onto the balcony and gazed out over the still, softly lit bay. Soon he was lost in the dancing lights as they shimmered in the rich, warm air…

“Come and have a look at the bathroom,” she called.

There, with the wicked smile of a woman who knows she has a horny man on a leash, Rita slipped out of her little black dress.

Mate…

Here we go again.

4.8

Less than two hundred metres away, just a short stroll south along the bayside promenade, the Hummer rolled to the entrance of the Taj Mahal Hotel. Marlon waited for the vehicle to stop before leering at Julia lasciviously –

“This should be a pleasant little sojourn. That is, if our Australian friends know their man half as well as they think they do. After all – men are all pretty much the same, aren’t they?”