When I was about to start from my office, I got a call from her says sorry she had left her phone in her mom’s place and so on, as usual reasons whe... you don’t answer the phone, as I haven’t met her before I don’t even know if it was true or false. However she gave me the direction to reach her place which was a very big bungalow in JP Nagar. As soon as I reached there found this gorgeous lady receiving me with a beautiful smile, I have to say gorgeous is an understatement. Any ways I went in. "Your study, madam." He began with a grin. "The desk comp is secure and, once you log on and chose an encryption key, is supposedly tamper proof and accessible only by you." Here he gave a little wink, obviously not expecting her to be convinced by his spiel. "There is an outside communications link accessible through your comp. Inter-planetary and inter-system personal calls are frowned on. Not because of charges, we own the company, but because security on the public network is problematical.. I demurred, but he kept insisting, so the only thing that I could do was to accept his hospitality. He helped me onto my horse and led my little caravan to his home.Mrs. Schmidt was as kindhearted as her husband, so they quickly had me in bed in the spare room with my clothes removed. That was slightly embarrassing, but I was hurting so much by this time that I did not worry about that for long. Mrs. Schmidt was a very competent rough and ready doctor, and she had my ribs bound and me asleep. "It was frustrating, and the first thing I had to learn was how not to sulk. I was his, after all, and I was learning how to understand his moods and needs, not the other way around. So if it wasn't right for him, then that had to be okay with me, no matter what.So fine. I learned to be calm and accepting of anything he wanted or didn't want. It took a while, but gradually Michael learned he could be honest with me without fear of some feminine backlash, and that I wouldn't be hurt if he was.