“What,” I managed to stammer after a few seconds, “what are you doing in my room?” “I’ve been waiting for you. Anne gave me her keys.” �...�So you and she really…” If the question made her uncomfortable, she didn’t let on. Instead, she patted the armrest next to her. “Come here, it’s not productive to talk across the room.” The confident way in which she, the stranger, offered me a place in my own room immediately sent my blood boiling. That she expected me to sit next to her on the armrest like a. To most, the woman in the expensive evening gown was know as Mrs. Murphy, to friends Mary, but when she looked in the mirror her given name was “Whore”. Taking a long, strong swallow of Crown Royal, staring at the burning crackling logs in large marble fireplace, Mary’s thoughts wandered to love. Like a child longing Santa, she desired that special person who held her tight at night. The one with whom she’d cry and laugh over old movies and jokes. The person with whom she sit in bed, drinking. Luckily I too used to work in the IT field before opting to study further. So we started discussing it. Slowly we moved to the affairs that daily happen in the IT field. I just told her you might have a big line of guys waiting for you and your hubby must be very lucky.She just laughed and said nothing like that. She was a divorcee. I immediately apologized but she was like it’s ok, not your fault. So we discussed many more topics. She was basically from Gujarat and so we shared the opinions. Call it a cliche, but she is everything a man looks for in a woman. I do remember that the first time I came from masturbating happened while I was fantasizing about her. That may be when she became locked into my dreams. Looking back on my teen years, I could have been so much more sexually active, knowing now how desirable I really was back then. She was object of my secret desire. But I was trying so hard to be a good boy for her. Still years later, nothing got me off more than stroking it.