"You should pose for me some time," I said. "I have," she started to say and then her voice dropped to a whisper,"you remember those drawings. You be...ter have thown them away." "You have nothing to be ashamed of." "If Mom or Dad ever found them...." "I threw them away a long tme ago," I told her, but it was a big lie. I had them stashed away where no one would find them and pulled them out every so often. They were the work of a fledgling artist and had many mistakes including awkward. He was in his pyjamas and extremely looking hot.he called me inside.I asked where his wife is? He said “she is in her home for 1 week and will be here only after 5 days”.I was half gald and half sad as i could spend time with him alone and at the same time i’ll miss her superb body.He continued “Gautam,I’m getting this straight.My wife is not here and i am wanting in for a company.If you wish,you could stay here for 2 days as its holidays for you as MY WIFE”. I don’t know what i felt then.I was. The events of the previous two days were heavy on her mind. Angry was the best way to describe her feelings. Angry at being assaulted. Angry at her reaction, especially her body's reaction to the assault. If some part of her liked it, was it really assault? What the hell was it? Damn at forty-five, she was really confused. She had no one to talk to. Not her husband who would only get mad. Not her girlfriends from back home who would never understand her mixed emotions. So in a nutshell, RuthAnn. You name a significant person in our lives ... and we fuck them. Why? Because of HER!” Jamie pointed to Rachel, who blushed a bit, but also shrugged.I winked back at my sister, pleased that she made some converts herself, it seemed.“So ... you already have Schumacher Syndrome. Interesting! Were you three ... gay prior to my sister seducing you?” I questioned out of pure morbid curiosity.“Yep. Total lipstick lezzies ... but we haven’t been since. We’re full-on nymphomaniacs! We can and will.