I needed to think. Jim gone, who's left? Mark? Nope, too queer. Yeah, gay rights and all that, but someone who puts on the flaming faggot routine draw... too much attention.Besides, there's too many cops around who think queer-bashing is better than donuts. Dumb fucks. The only ones dumber are guys who can't learn and keep poking those cops to see what happens. They're usually sorry the next morning.Crap, how did it come to this, anyway? Last year everything was Jake, or Ralph, or something like. I had a crush on Sushma and wanted to fuck this nasty bitch to the full extent. Believe me at least you need a night to enjoy that beauty. During college life I had a GF and we used to have fun, but when I shifted to Bangalore I was feeling lonely. I became close to Sushma while maintaining some distance from Pooja. During office hours she used touch me and I used to reciprocate the same to her with my different gestures. She was also interested in me and I was waiting for the right moment. I. Her continued resistance made him more and more angry. He didn’t mind it when a chick played hard to get, in fact he liked it. But this one was pushing it. Who the hell did she think she was? He stood there for a second, staring at the woman, not sure what to do. When he came to the motel, he was sure this chick would be only too happy to exchange a piece of ass for having her ticket torn up. Now she was acting like she really didn’t want that. Rod, horny and angry, wasn’t thinking too. Sorry for unloading all this.”“Why are you sorry? You’re just feeling what anyone in your situation would feel. You’ve done what you believe to be the right thing. Ethically and morally and all. So, that’s that. You can only make a decision based on the inputs you have. And, your family will be fine. Your wife and k**s love you.”“Thanks!”“I’m serious, Miles. Give yourself some credit. “You’re the one that got a commission to the Academy and went to law school. You earned that state championship.