She was lost, completely lost. She had a hard childhood, her fucktard of a father killed himself drunk driving, and her mother had been brutally beate... to death on top of a heroin overdose. Undereducated, some people had taken her to be stupid.She was not stupid. She was extremely bright. She was an intellectual. When she finally managed to put her pent up anger behind her, her strength and reserve served her well to put her life back on the right track.I had spent many nights praying to. Mark showed her the poem her mother had written, and watched her face as she read it through three times. At first he saw anger, then surprise, then sadness and wetness in her eyes."Do... do you think she means all of this?" Lindsey asked."I can't read her mind any more than you can, Honey, but I think so. She was in there by herself a long time, and she had tears in her eyes when I found her." I don't know what to think, Mark," she told him. "You had it right before. I don't want to stop being. . then closed the door, hopefully before my wife or son caught on. "You're very lucky to have such a perfect gentleman for a husband, Mrs. T," Jennifer commented as we began our short drive to the restaurant. I glanced up in the mirror and saw that she had moved so that she could see my eyes in the reflection. She winked. I blushed. Thankfully, my son was busy with his cell phone and oblivious to the sexual communication between his girlfriend and his father. "That's the English side of him,. Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless towards women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no one will reject me as my opinion about Indian woman had changed. But I acted like an idiot and roamed around-not far from my house- and started following women on the rainy morning, I made kissing sound towards them and rode away in full speed when they turned to me angrily.That continued till I felt guilty and aware of my mistake. It was the very next.