For as much as I wished I could, I was wide-awake. I smoked a joint. I tried TV. I read a book. I smoked another joint. No sleep. I resorted to music....I must have dozed off with her headphones in my ears. The last thing I remembered was listening to “Sultan’s of Swing.” Sleep, finally. # Tegan shook me. I awoke to the most precious smile and “Love is Blindness” by U2. Achtung Baby: best U2 album ever. I can’t play a lick of it on guitar, never tried. I just love to listen to the album from. So, I did the work, wrote up the summaries and had them with me when she picked me up on Wednesday."So, Grant, are you ready?" I think so. I've got it all done. I think you've got me pretty motivated." Hmm, thought I might. Well, we'll see shortly won't we?"As she sat at her kitchen table reading my summaries, I tensely awaited her verdict."Very good. Yes. Now for today..." and we went on with more Silas Marner as I listened closely and took voluminous notes."Okay. That took us about an hour. He just took the bowl from the hands of the maid and sat on the floor to taste one spoon of it and closed his eyes. He straight came on his feet and asked me if he can see my wife for a while. I sighed him towards the kitchen and he straight went inside to the utmost surprise of my wife who was not expecting somebody in the kitchen.Mark: “hi, I am Mark, friend of your husband” (extending his hand to shake towards my wife)Wife: (hesitatingly) ” Hhhii, I am Sonu.. aa i mean Sonum” (extends a. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone.But I knew it would be far from easy to persuade her. I had to plan, and plan well. I waited for a week or two, and it was time to execute my perverted plan. My sister still had her laptop on at 1 am. I kept getting pictures from her sent items/bin. And then I did it. I emailed her from a fake id. Told her that I was a random hacker who happened to hack her email account.But I didn’t give her any proof. Just told her that I have accessed some personal.