Hi, it is Mootie here.
After the fun in the pool, I noticed different people were pairing up for a night of fun. I decided I would do the same, so I looked around at the girls in the pool. Then I spotted Shanti. Ever since I had met her in India during the crocodile hunting story, I have been fascinated by this woman. I thought now might be the time to spend the night with her.
For a moment she turned away from me and so taking my chance I stepped up behind her and reached around to cover her eyes with my hands.
“Hey!” she cried. “Who is that?”
“You lover for tonight,” I replied.
“Mootie?”
“Yes, Shanti,” I replied. “Will you share my bed with me tonight?”
“Well, I don’t know Mootie. Maybe I will get another offer.”
“Hey guys,” I called out. “Does anyone want to make Shanti an offer or is she mine for the night?”
“Be my guest,” Mike said.
“Go for it,” I heard Peter say.
“I’m not yours,” replied Shanti. “Who do you think you are? You don’t own any girl you take to bed.”
I realised my mistake by saying ‘mine.’ I knew how Shanti had reacted to Joseph in his letters sometimes and now I had put my foot in it myself. For a moment I thought I might even have blown my night with her. That same fire which attracted me was now turning back against me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You Indian guys are all the same. You think you own the women.”
“Look Shanti, I didn’t mean it. I am sorry.”
But she wasn’t going to let me off lightly. “It’s no use saying sorry now. It’s too late now.”
“I didn’t mean…..”
“Well I will spend the night with you but you don’t own me," she said. Then came the surprise as she continued. "I own you. OK? I expect you to do exactly what I tell you. Then I might forgive you.”
I wasn’t sure what I was getting into. I had seen Steve get into trouble with women at the resort. I hesitated for a minute thinking about what she might have in store for me.
“Well?” she asked. “Do you agree?”
Everyone was watching, waiting to see what my answer might be. Finally, I agreed to her conditions.
“Yes Shanti, “I replied. “I do not own you. For tonight you own me and I will be your sex slave.”
A broad smile crossed her face. "Thank you, Mootie," she laughed.
A broad smile crossed her face. "Thank you, Mootie," she laughed.