He took a chance, got himself a meal and approached her table."Er, do you mind if I sit here?"She looked up, startled. "Why ... no, not at all, please...do," immediately dropping her eyes again to her book.He watched her as he began to eat his meal. She'd coloured slightly, suggesting that she was perhaps not as engrossed in her book as she was trying to be."Feel free to tell me to shut up," he said, "but what are you reading?" Science fiction," she said holding up the rather battered paperback. “You don’t want him do you?” a suddenly worried Aniah said, pulling away from Marcie.“No—no, I ... um, I’ve met this guy and...”“You’re doing him!”“No Aniah, at least not yet. But I do like him. I like him a lot!”“Yeah...” Aniah said dreamily. “That’s how I feel about Fritz!”“Come sit,” Marcie said, patting the couch cushion next to her as she sat down. “Tell me all about it. Was it nasty?”“Okay—Okay! So I know he’s always playing ball somewhere’s so I dressed up like I was going to play. Wherever she goes, everybody turns their heads towards her and looks at her big ass and boobs and it is very common for me to see. I can bet that every man who sees her will want to have sex with her.Now, coming back to the story, we were married as per the Indian traditions and everything was perfect. At the first night she initiated the body contact and We romanced that night but didn’t have sex because I wanted to start my sex life on our honeymoon. She had agreed to it half minded as she. "Surprise."A shiver ran through me. "But what happens now?" Well, since it didn't appear that the panties were souvenirs from oldgirlfriends, which was the only other explanation I could think of, wemove forward." She pointed toward that snowy nightie.I lowered my eyes. "I should have told you." That's true. But I understand why you wouldn't want to. There areideas about masculinity that run so deep. What's important is that Iknow now. And I understand. I'm not upset. And if liking to.