By the way I am Kiran Viswanathan.” We introduced our selves. I told her about my family, my business, my purpose of visit etc. She told me that she...was a house wife. Basically she from Mysore, her husband, Vishwanathan, was a garment exporter and lived in Indra Nagar in Bangalore. She had married 8 years ago. She had come for some purchase. We talked a lot and became quite close. Suddenly we realized it was over 8.30 and she had to leave. She invited me to her house the next day for Lunch. The two officers were clearly not amused as they greeted us with two blankets that they quickly fastened around us. One officer gathered our belongings as we were led away in the little sand patrol “police buggy”. We knew why we were being taken away and no explanation was needed.“I suppose the two of you think that little stunt was funny,” one of the officers said to us.“Not funny- hot!” Hideki said sarcastically. I hit the side of his leg as if to say “shut up!” He just winked at me.“Tell it. The memorable evening had been a rousing success.The next morning was even more memorable but not in a positive way.We were assembled in the Beverly Wilshire's spacious and beautiful lobby waiting for the limos that would take us to the airport. As was my habit, I briefly connected with various individuals in the lobby. Then I connected with the doorman. He was wondering about two men hanging around outside the entrance to the hotel. Were these men in range?Yes, one of them, and the thoughts I. Julie was a close family friend, the blonde, petite, china-doll-pretty, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth estranged wife of my regular lover, Tony.Tony had left over a year ago because at the time she had started a highly public affair with a man more than twenty years her junior, a Personal Trainer at the very club in which we were sitting. Despite being the same age as me to within a few weeks, Julie appeared to be positively thriving on her new sexual existence. To my considerable envy she.