....." Silence for a few moments before he spoke again, "Does he know?"Komal's became tense, unable to comprehend the meaning of this question."Wh..wh...t do you mean?" She asked."Does your husband know?" It was a cold, sinister and investigative voice."What? Wha ..what should he know?" Komal's courage was already ebbing."Why were you at the parking lot of New City Mall this evening?" This was no curious enquiry. It was something more ominous. Komal froze. She knew the secret of her misdemeanor. ." I croaked weakly, mouth gone dry."Now, let's have a look to make sure you're up," he said, emphasizing the last word and sitting at my desk, tapping the screen, making the saver go away and calling up the Internet. "Yup, working fine...let's see now..."He tapped history and scrolled through my gay porn sites until he found one and clicked on it. He smiled, scrolling through images of young dudes butt- or face-fucking older guys, some in wrestling holds, some just straight out sex. ‘You have a beautiful home.’ he purred to me and I melted a bit. If this doesn’t stop I’m never going to be able to interview him much less workout with him. ‘Thank you. Shall we talk in the dining room?’ I motioned for him to follow me and he did. I could feel him looking me over paying special attention to my ass. I sauntered a bit for him and was aroused just knowing he was looking. ‘I’m going to love this interview,’ I thought with a smile. I was glad that I had not fully changed and was. All the bridges that used to connect the islands to the mainland now ended suddenly in pylons and were now ‘bridges to nowhere.’Hurricane Belinda was a Force 4 storm – an unusually strong storm that had run up the Florida coast and turned in just a bit north of Miami, but not the strongest that there could be. A Force 5 hurricane used to be the highest level there was. So many strong storms happened in the middle of the 21st century that Force 6 was invented. Belinda was a direct hit that.