Kavita- Bolo na, Raj.Raj- Aunty Ratan uncle aur meri mom ka affair chal raha haiKavita- Ye tum kya bol rahe ho, Raj?Raj- Aunty, ye dekho sabot.Ye bol ...ar main unhe woh video dikhata hu. Aunty woh video dekh ke bilkul dang reh jaati hai.Woh bolti hai, “Tabhi toh aajkal Ratanji mujhse dhang se baat nahi karte. Aur tabhi woh bachho ko hostel daal aaye taaki yahan rang raliya mana sake.”Unka mood off ho jata hai. Main bolta hu, “Aunty aap kyu bura feel kar rahi ho? Galti toh uncle ki hai aap toh. And the little black dress she was talking about I bought duringthat year's Christmas shopping season. I wore it on New Year's Eve alongwith the black satin lingerie, stockings, and satin high heeled sandalscontemplating actually going out dressed for the first time, but Ichickened out afraid I'd get recognized, or worst, made and attacked orsomething equally bad. Instead I sat at home like a wallflower andwatched New Years celebrations on TV and drank champagne and went tobed.I told her all. Her skin was flawless, if not irreproachable and guileless; her eyes were brilliantly shining and bedazzling."Where are we going tonight mother?" This was my question; quietly-posed, well-spoken out and calmly expressed what's more."Tonight you will meet the Secret Order, my love. This is what you were born to become; this is what you have been raised up to be in life. Come with me, and I will show you your truest destiny."The Secret Order has been existence for nine centuries now. It started. Then again, it just might be) lived in the Detroit area. Canton, Michigan to be exact. She was somewhat younger than me, and happily married. We chatted about all sorts of naughty things and created a real friendship online.Eventually, I had to travel to Ann Arbor (not too far away) for a few nights. I got a hotel near her house and we agreed to meet for real. She came to my hotel, but did not want to have sex. She didn't want to cheat on her husband. So we got into a Clintonion discussion.