It took me some seconds to recognize that it was my wife, Diane. She had been beaten and her face was a mass of black and yellow puffiness. But it was...her. As much as I prayed this was all some horrible mistake, it was my beloved wife. I nodded again as the tears poured down my face.I didn't watch as he covered her head once more and slid the tray back into the locker. I was staggering toward the door and desperate for some place to empty my stomach. The attendant must have realized what was. I was busy with work and other things in my life. Suddenly, one day I received a text message from her along with a contact number. When enquired about who it was, she informed me that she is the one who will keep the excitement going for me.She asked me to plan everything according to my wish as she has already been informed about this. I was bursting out with excitement, thinking about how she looks and what she will say. So I took off from work and got out of the house early. I took my car. Then one day we decided to meet at her place. She just wanted to have a foreplay session, no sex. She had a rented place.The owner used to live on the ground floor, so it was difficult for me to visit her at her place. I had to pretend that I’m going to her neighbor’s place.Even then we took the risk, on one of the weekdays we planned to do just foreplay at her place. I took a day off from work. She left her office around 2 pm telling that she is not feeling well.I reached her place at 3. She. If I make a stink, she makes a bigger one by insisting that I knew and approved. Everyone is safe from recriminations." Mom spoke that last word perfectly which called into doubt her actual degree of drunkenness since drunklish does not come and go like that, usually. That warm, comfortable feeling of having a plan working perfectly changed in that instant to a niggling dread that I was missing something and was charging off a very high, very steep cliff with a rocky landing. Yes, I got.