The landlord was a weedy little man of about forty, with slicked back dark hair that looked to be thinning, and beady little dark eyes in a long thin ...ointed face. He gave the illusion of a little man, but he must have been at least 5 foot ten, maybe even close to six foot in height. On more than one occasion Aunt Harriet had missed her payment of the rent, she never worried too much since she could usually fob Mr. Jones off with a little batting of her lashes and a fulsome promise to make good. My flatmate Divya who was working in a it based company goes on night shifts and she was away on that night too.That day I was very high with my drinks and I thought to stop it. All my friends left after the party and I was lying on the floor of my bedroom which I came to know the next day morning. All was going well the next day in office. During 1 pm my colleague Rahul aged 25 who came for a party the day before called me to talk with me in private.As he was a nice person and was very jovial. .. inside me at the ceremony, you refused. It hurt me so bad, because I thought you were rejecting me, and afraid of what the men might do when they found out. But then you knelt down between my legs, and checked to make sure I was not too dry, so you wouldn't hurt me."It made no sense. No man would ever consider caring whether or not the ceremony hurt his wife, or not. It's supposed to hurt. But you cared and you had never met me! You even used your mouth to get me ready, which was something I. I couldn't remember ever being this mad. It seemed as if the drunk had ruined the whole evening for both of us. Right about now I was wishing I could get my hands on the fat son of a bitch.The maitre d' showed up about this time and he literally begged our forgiveness. He seemed more upset than Mom and so sincere that I nearly started to feel sorry for him. Curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked him why the asshole had been taken to the back instead of being ejected.He explained.