Holidays in India.
After graduation, I did postgraduate studies at a private, rather respectable clinic. The director of which was a rather domineering and determined woman. How she identified my predisposition to nudism is another story. But, she began to pay more attention to me than to other employees. Despite her incredible rigor and the demands of disciplinary ethics in the institution, I felt some slack in my address. Once at a festive corporate party, she offered to accompany her. And then the unexpected happened. She offered to spend a vacation with her. More precisely, with her family. And not just on vacation, but a ten-day trip to India. Specifically in Goa. It was fun. Alcohol, good mood. It's all good. Of course I agreed, and I was grateful to her. I only had to pay for the charter. That would have been the end of it. The usual drunken joke, as it happens at corporate parties closer to the finale. But no! The weekend passed. The boss calls me in and asks about my decision. Because it was necessary to buy last-minute travel packages. As I said, she's a pretty strict and domineering woman, and when she asked me a decisive question, I just mumbled that my vacation schedule was still very far away, and not ten days at all, like a beginner's. She also resolutely said that everything was in her will, and everything would be settled. Immediately, in front of me, she presses the button and tells her husband, and he was on speakerphone, on the selector, to buy three vouchers. To say that I was shocked is an understatement. When I asked her about the money for the flight, she wouldn't even tell me. She said that after the vacation she would deduct this amount from my salary within three months. And I have three days for the burs. She said not to take anyone's luggage. Strict airline restrictions. So everything happened in a crumpled and unexpected way that I only came to my senses and more or less calmed down only on the plane. She introduced me to her husband. He's a doctor too. And also, the boss of some clinic related to neurology. In short, they are far from poor people. Here is such an unexpected voyage. But, the surprise was ahead! In the arrival area in Manohara, my benefactress, the supervisor, speaks so calmly, as if the conversation is about the color of lipstick. That's what, honey, I've been thinking, and I've decided you're going to spend this vacation naked or close to it. That if she doesn't like my clothes, she'll buy them for me to go out of the bungalow into the city on excursions! The ground dropped out from under my feet. And before I knew it, she added. That if I don't agree, then I'm not going any further with them. And I can fly home. And if you don't have the money, then you can hang out wherever you want, until the return charter. I was like a mouse, cornered. Well, what can I say! That's how it all happened. My body has paid for a luxury vacation in one of the best resort areas in India. Well, as a bonus. Of course, my postgraduate studies were secured.
