I held my handbag out for him to take. He removed his hand from my neck and opened my bag. I was free, I could run, but I knew I couldn't, I knew he w...uld catch and kill me; he pulled out an old bill and read the address."Donna Kelly of Kingston Place, is that you?" he asked."Y-yes," I croaked."Good," he smiled again, "I'll see you again soon." He gave me my bag back, then turned to walk back to his car. I stood there shaking from the huge amount of adrenaline in my system, my mind so disturbed. The wife, kutti, who at first seemed quite conservative became very friendly towards me. All three of us had meals together and we went swimming, touring, cycling and even watched movies together.On the third morning, mr menon called me discreetly and told me that it was his wife’s birthday today and he wanted it to be special for her. He asked that I join them till later today so that it could be special. I left home telling my wife that i might not be back early. The whole day was spent. . but what about birth control? The last thing we need is a child. Well, maybe not exactly the last thing; the last thing might be if we were fused together at the hips. But you get my point... and I don't carry a rubber in my wallet. Never have." "It's a moot point, Danny. I'm on the Pill," she said, surprising me yet again. "And call me naive, but I don't see you as an intravenous drug user, and we already discussed the homo thing... excuse me, that's 'gay' thing, Mr. Politically Correct, and. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I though the maid would run from the room and probably the next thing we would hear was the sound of the manager knocking on the door. Much to my surprise the maid did as she was told. “Sit on the bed next to us” Sasha instructed her. The maid did as she was told. “What is your name” Sasha asked. “Varvara” the maid replied. “I can see from your eyes that you like what you see, don’t you?” said Sasha in that seductive voice of hers. “Yes, I like what I see”.