.. “Oh ... but you couldn’t.”“And you can’t go by yourself.” I said. “Gather your shit and come on.”“Where are we going? What shit? ...hy are you dressed for Crossroads? What?”“21 days is how many weeks?”“Umh ... three?”“How long did we have to wait?”“Well ... what are we waiting for?” She hollered at Cyn. “We’re going now.”“Let me connect Olaf.”“Who is Olaf?” I said.“Autopilot.”“Olaf?”“Got to name the helmsman something. Why not Olaf?”Cyn tramped down the companionway ladder. She started in. She silenced that conversation and told me sternly that she would not let my life be left to chance. Judy finally told me what she did for work and she reluctantly told me how to make more money. Judy was a cam girl. Apparently, her wigs and makeup options coupled with a variety of outfits let her play various roles as a cam girl and it has been very lucrative. She explained that she typically cammed 3-4 nights per week but her lack of performances over the last couple months have caused her to. I knew very well she was not interested in the subject which I was to teach her. On the contrary she made me wonder whose the teacher and in which subject. I operate my C/A business from home itself and my wife, Supriya, teaches in a girls’ high school. I’ve always maintained good reputation in society and Supriya trusts me thoroughly. She still trusts me, since she is still unaware of the secret affair between Nisha and me. And I hope Supriya will never ever find out anything about it, or I’ll. She laid her head over his right arm as he held her close with his right hand on her left breast. His left hand remained free to run softly caressing fingertips everywhere from her knee to her neck. Holding her close, his hardness pulsed against the cleft of her cheeks, its wet tip touching the small of her back. He softly stroked her and whispered in her ear how much he loved her taste, her response to his tongue and touch. Running his fingertips through her hair, she cooed in response to his.