Once upstairs in the apartment, the questions started in, what was bothering me and why did I seem sort of shaken up? I just started speaking and I le... it all pour out. I said how I thought Mr. Tucker was manipulating me and going to use me like a puta barata Sunday morning. I didn’t think studying was what he had in mind. We talked as I sipped some tea, and felt so much better after voicing my concerns.I was here in America illegally and just wanted to stay low and get something better than. I was fucken excited about staying in Marks bed with him.Marks mam headed to bed, she was nice, very quiet and a great cook, her food was amazing.About a half hour later Marks day said "Right you two gay lords get to bed" Ok" Mark said jumping up from the sofa. I saw this as a sign that he too was excited about going to bed with me. If my mam said go to bed we would spend hours arguing until she slapped me and dragged me to bed.I grabbed the laptop, thinking me and Mark could watch some. He collected the next of the remaining albums and laid comfortably in the soft glow of the bedside light, began to peruse the pictures. He had selected album marked ‘R’. For her stood in darkness, arms secure above her head, expecting her night would be one long and a very exhausting round of trying to ease weary muscles, she had time to muse. She had trodden this path before. Oliver would have left her on tiptoe, to add to the pain, he was an unfeeling bastard like that, but her son had left. Rahul used to say, that marriage has made you look more hot, with the extra kilos that lead to extra curves. And it was so true, now Ragini must have become 34 28 36, with more bright face. Now Ragini was staying in Jaipur and Rahul in Delhi. Ragini was a lecturer and had to come to Delhi for some work, so the meeting was on. They decided to meet in evening after Ragini is done with her work. Rahul directly came from office. At a restaurant, Ragini was waiting for him in a think cotton green.