Then we executed the first step of our plan.Raksha called up Amar and an cried on the phone saying that both of us had a real big fight and I have lef... the home leaving her behind, and that she needed someone to comfort her. Amar agreed to come and we were happy to see our success.We had planned everything in such a way that he would not know that I was in the house and still I would be able to see everything they did. I made Raksha wear a real short and real thin night gown. The door bell rang. ”She looked around and smiled.“Are you here with anyone?” she asked.“Just you,” I dutifully replied.She took a step in my direction and I watched as her eyes surveyed me a little closer.“The ring is not a wedding band,” she replied. “I wear it to keep guys at bay. I have to ask though, why would you try and hit on a married woman?”“I was not trying to hit on married woman,” I replied, “I was simply offering up a compliment.”“Uh huh,” she replied matter-of-factly, as though she did not believe. “I fucking can’t, just answer her. Answer her or I’ll just keep fucking.” I picked her hips up off the bench and fucked her deeper until she was nearly screaming. She tried to speak, but her orgasm’s intensity was too much. I put her hips back on the bench and softened my thrust, but kept up my speed. “Ariel!” her mother yelled. I pulled her hands closer to me and really started pounding into her. The slapping sounds were getting louder as our bodies crashed into each other with great force.. My clerks - with Jenny’s assistance - had mailed out 5000 RSVP tickets. The return portion had a line to write a question for the candidate.4500 replies had been returned to date; 3500 of them had questions that were being entered into one of our computers; they would be printed out on 3 x 5 cards. They would be whittled down to a couple hundred to use for the debate.The remaining 500 were going to be sent another invitation. At a week before the debate, we were going to send reminders to all.