She picked up a portable microphone and looked out at the throngs of people."Welcome, for those who do not understand English, move to an area that ha... your language being translated. If you have someone who is deaf near you, please direct them to the right side of the stage where a lady will sign to them."There was some shifting around of people before they settled down to listen."We have many lines of clothing now. We still manufacture big girls' clothes. We've done a great job producing some. "You've been wearing that shirt for years, and it never did this."Clarissa looked down as he touched her. He'd touched her hundreds of times ... THOUSANDS of times. Why, then, did it feel so different when he touched her now? Her nipples tingled, and she stepped back."Don't tell Uncle Bob," she said.He frowned. "Why not?" Because he'll take me to the doctor. You know how much I hate going to the doctor." Rissa, there is no WAY he's not going to notice. I can't believe I didn't notice it until. We were in a dim lit corner of the road outside our pub, her back against its wall. we shared the smoke and while talking I used to go near to her ear and talk , since the music was quite loud. That was the start of the intimacy . Occasional touches, chilly Bangalore night, a little high was just getting the fire ignited. We both knew that we can handle the outside marriage fling.I got to know that her hubby is in the states on project work for more than a year. And that made me realize that. I try to focus, throbbing headache, tumbling until I don't know which way I'm facing, crashing into the sides of the pink sphere. I try to latch onto its mottled surface, grappling with every molecule of strength to steady myself, catching a break as the movement of the orb slows.The wall contracts slightly, like it did a few hours ago when I missed the last stream out of here, maddeningly just out of reach as Tom and Kyle and a few thousand others I barely knew rocketed towards the light at.