When Friday came I started my part of the plot. At the afternoon coffee I persuaded my wife to have a cognac with me and she accepted (I even managed ...o have her take two cognacs). When we started to prepare for the evening I offered my wife a drink which she accepted. I had made her drink quite strong. My drink was not that strong, I didn’t want to miss any action. I raised my glass, “a toast to our evening” and my wife raised her glass and then drank half of it in one go. When we had finished. Unfortunately, he was also married, had two grown-up children and was in the midst of a mid-life crisis even we teenagers could recognise. There was little chance of the relationship lasting long term, but Mum seemed unable to recognise this. Mark and I both knew that tears were eventually inevitable, but right now she was being spoiled and having fun – and Mum deserved a bit of fun.It was to be their sixth date and as such was all but guaranteed to end up in bed somewhere. As Mike’s house was. I met my friend and she introduced me to her friend “Rati”, she was hot as hell, a bit fat but curves were mind blowing. At first, i didn’t think of anything about her.I and Rati had dinner together and danced also, now we were in sync and were talking freely. Once the program was over my friend told me that Rati is staying in a hotel and If I can drop her there. I agreed as her hotel was on my way back home. Ab Rati ne kapde change kar liye the aur wo dhile suit mei thi. Abhi bhi mere man mei. Itwas so embarrassing I began to wish I would just die. I decided to fill outthe form to take my mind off of things and was happy that no one else was inthe shop. By the time I had finished with the form two other young girls hadcome in, apparently to have their pictures taken. They were sitting acrossfrom my wife and I, whispering in each other's ears and looking at me andgiggling.At that time another young girl came from the back of the store and called,"Stephanie Johnson." Oh, that's you.