Now Supriti is a very polite lady, 5’3 height but heavily built with huge melons. She belonged to a conservative Bengali family, so she always wore ...arees. But I insisted she wears sleeveless blouses to show off her hugely shaped arms. She had sharp features and long hair but was a bit fat. Supriti was from Kolkata but shifted with me to Mumbai after marriage. Within a couple of months, she started becoming more outspoken and open-minded. She started wearing Western dresses, shorts, and crop. We decided to try a sexual relationship which immediately proved beyond frustrating to me. It was quite apparent he was a mid-twenties virgin whose sexuality was shaped by years of porn watching. His idea of sex was to go full speed ahead running without even first learning how to crawl. Let me tell you, it had been decades since I had the “that’s not it” speech. So I had to stop him and began the re-education and retraining of sexuality and relationship.The very first thing I had to do was. I wanted to sort of picture what kinda baby you could make. Good one and cute, I'll bet, 'cause yore cute." Jesus, I didn't know how to respond to all of this, but by the time she finished this speech I had a lump in my throat about the size of a cantaloupe and felt so sorry for her I didn't know what to say. Here I am, a grown man, traveling on my own, no ties to anyone anywhere, standing naked in the farmyard of a mountain cabin, listening to a sad tale told by a cute young chick about 10. ” It was scarcely a dozen houses clustered together beneath them.“At least it doesn’t look too far away,” Maddie said. “I hope he can get there. I don’t think he likes me much, though.”“He’s a chauvinist,” Keith agreed.“Well, where do we start?”“There.” Keith pointed.She turned and looked up at the statues. Behind them rose the tumulus, 150 feet in the air and nearly 200 yards across. It was made of loose gravel. No one had ever found the burial chamber of the King.“We have to climb that?”“No..