“I can’t believe this.” She groaned.She looked at the couch one last time then back to me. She stood up slowly, “Come on…” I tucked myself...in and followed my Mom. “She’s really gunna.” I thought. “Holy shit!” I felt like a little k** that just stole Santa’s sled.Mom led the way to the garage. She opened the door, took one final glance back through the kitchen before descending the five steps into the cool garage. She walked directly to the front of my Dad’s cherry MG; the furthest spot from the. Hannah saw that the wood had been set and was ready for a match. The papers flamed up instantly and the within minutes she could feel the heat begin to fill the room. How strange that Richard made no mention about not staying with her at the cabin. She started feeling a little uneasy as she looked around the room. CaaRackkk&hellip,.Snap&hellip,. Hannah jumped as the fire spit. Bad idea, she thought. Stupid idea, she thought. Why did she let Richard talk her into this? You need to get away, he. I am prakash 28 yrs from north Karnataka now in Bangalore as I am working for real estate. I am more tempted to write my story after reading one of stories of student teacher relationship although mine is not same and it happened in my native few months before I came here.There was a sexy and sweet lady named vimala next door around 25 yrs ,very conservative but damn sexy in her simple cotton saree and her husband was close friend as we lived there for long time .theirs was a love marriage as. ..what...what's it like?” I asked nervously. He went on to tell me that it was a small sort of club with hot tubs, private play rooms, glory holes, saunas, steam rooms, and other bits. Basically, single men and women would go and end up having sex.“Where do they have sex, then?” I naively asked.“Anywhere,” he said flatly.“Anywhere?” I asked.“Anywhere,” he said again. “It was mental the first time I went.”“I can't believe I've never heard of it,” I said. “What's it called?”“Utopia,” he replied..