Mom stood there motionless crying but after sometime, in a sobbing tone she said that no one should come to know about this and she wiped her tears an... came outside where I was standing and asked me to go home as the money would take time and they have to go the bank. I said okay and left but within 5 minutes I positioned myself at a place from where I could see inside the room. It was a construction site and there were many workers, I saw Rina aunty leaving.Mom went inside the room and Shekhar. I lived one day at a time. I tried the best I could with who I thought was me, during a different era, even though not so long ago. I’ve learned and accepted it wasn’t my husband's suggested swinging which released my secret puppet shadow. It was my pride’s creation, fornication its expression.Was I born with a libidinous gene inherited from Dad? Did he wantonly abandon a family in China for lust; lust of white women? Was there a threshold he once crossed and searched thereafter to rediscover,. Just after 10minutes the calling bell rang. Ishwar saw through the hole that it is a courier boy. He asked my wife to show her boob to the courier boy while receiving the courier. This time my wife wrapped a towel and went to receive the courier.She received the courier and behaved as if the towel slipped and showed her one boob. Then she quickly wrapped again and closed the door. The courier boy could not believe his luck and remained outside the door for 5 minutes before leaving. Now Ishwar. ”“Oh really? Lucky girl!”“Er…not exactly.”“Not exactly?”“You can keep a secret, right?”“Is it what I think it is?”“Probably…”An awkward silence followed. The cool breeze did nothing to help calm down my nerves and Mico’s piercing stare was adding to my increasing heart rate.“So…are you telling me…you’re…gay?”“…Yes…”“Well…wow…I wasn’t expecting that. I just want you to know, I have nothing against gays, alright? It’s cool.”“Thanks…I was bracing myself just in case you were gonna punch me or.