The instruction was that I had to stay and be pleasant. I decided I would be, if Cal spoke to me I’d answer her politely, I’d be gracious to her, ...ut I wasn’t going to go out of my way to do it. She’d hurt me, and I didn’t trust her. I wasn’t going to let her get back under my skin, or into my heart. Not until she could prove that I could trust her. As I’d always done, I greeted her mother with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.“Hi aunt Mary,” I said smiling.Then I turned to Cal.“Hello Cal,” I. They were eager, in fact. Nicole would be another slave and Simone would be, well, another daughter, sort of.I sat stone still, trying to convince myself of my love for Sally, trying to figure out what in the fucking Hell she was doing. Was she really offering me another woman? I mean, sure, Nicole was nice to look at, but shit, Sally and I weren't even married yet! I for damned sure wasn't tired of her and didn't think I would ever be.My knuckles were white on the arms of the chair. This one. I kept away from news about her as much as possible. To me now she was just a sexual object at the time of masturbation. As soon as my semen was out I blocked her out again.In the second year exams, I aced all tests. I was the topper by a mile. I was in the top 10 in the university. I felt vindicated. On the insistence of a few friends, I agreed to go with our class to a beach outing. I thought that I can afford that now. The trip was full of spirit and joy. Guys danced and sang.There was no. He had some k**ney problem. Even though she was weeping but she looked damsel. I even not spared her that night in my bathroom dreams. One day when I was studying in the lobby I heard my sister telling my mother about the rumors that shilpa is having an affair with her husband’s friend. She was telling Mom that a dark complexioned guy is always said to be present in her house whenever any of the teachers visit her house. I got upset. But I knew I am too young and I can’t impress a 35 yr old.