...and then there were nine.

The music was thumping, the toned bodies of the sexy young dancers were glistening with a wild concoction of Bev's Bootylicious Body juice and sweat and the crowd were perched on the edges of their gold-lame-padded retro kitchen chairs - this was going down in history as one of the wildest nights in the hsitory of The Sassy Palms.

Shandy kept her back to the crowd. Her long toned legs jigging as she shook her buns of steel to the rhythmic Mayan beat. The stage was packed: Shandy, Iva Biggun, Lady Luck, Caress, Margot Bourgeois and the three dancers and then of course Carmene and Morty waiting in the wings. Ten little Mayan Indians having the time of their lives - and for one of them, that life was about to end. Snuffed out like the career of a former child-star who thought making a gay sex tape was a good idea at the time.

Shandy spun, hiding her face from the audience with her slender, perfectly manicured hands (nails painted in Mayan Musque for the occasion), she slowly drew her hands back, teasing the audience who were desperate to gaze upon her elegant visage. The music took a dramatic turn and Shandy pulled her hands back, flicked back her hair with the merest shake of her newas excited.

Oops! Forgot about one very important person. (Self Confessed)Queen of Antwerpen. Pooja, wife of Rahul. She is here to accompany her husband. I don't know much about this ever similing lass with lot of self respect. But keep watching this space! But here cooking, although for a few days was a revelation for the rest of us in Belgium.
re to accompany her husband. I don't know much about this ever similing lass with lot of self respect. But keep watching this space! But here cooking, although for a few days was a revelation for the rest of us in Belgium.