I closed my eyes again.Almost immediately, someone was calling my name. "John? John? Open your eyes."I managed to open them again. This time the one-t...-six people over me was a grey-bearded black guy. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish."Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where. But I also knew that sex was not on a mind, as most women in India forget their ex-lovers once they married. So i knew I had a tough job at hand if I had to get her in bed. She was simply dressed in a skirt and a blowse.We decided to watch a movie at her hotel room and were seated on the carpet. After a while I started holding her hand, and she was quite comfortable with it. Slow and steadily we started talking about our lives and I told her how unhappy I was without a Girlfriend at present and. .. Hahaha When her mum caught us, I was 16 and wifey had just turned 17, the day before. Lol... Anyways, the night of wifey's 17th birthday, her and her family decided to have dinner together. That same night my friends were having a party so I decided to go and get drunk with them, seeing as wifey's mum, I think, just wanted the family at her bday dinner. I was all good with that. I gave wifey her present and a kiss, said happy bday and went on my way. I turned up at the party at about 5:30pm. Continuing to look around some more, she had a couple posters on the walls, and a shelf with a few items on it. Eventually, I nervously stood up and walked around looking at the knick knacks and posters, and when I looked back at her laying there, she was still leaning on her elbow, smiling and watching me. Smiling back, I hoped she would ask me to stay, and after a pause I said, “You have a great room.” Ashley continued to smile and then said, “Why don’t you sit back down,” as she reach her.