My mother in law has been taking care of my son, which allows me to concentrate on my work.Coming back to Kalyan fast local train, it was packed and t...e ladies were jostling for space with each other. I could feel hands all over me, but knowing that they were just other ladies didn’t bother me much. Thane station came and I got ready to get down. I tucked my saree pallu and with umbrella in one hand and my purse in other after jostling with the crowd my feet touched the platform. Thane station. It was actually closer than Guerneville, and on the way back to Santa Rosa. It was almost completely residential, with a single market and espresso stand in a wide spot in the road leading to the bridge. I did my shopping at the little place called Berry's Market. I bought a case of Corona and some limes to go with them. I'd had a lot of similar beer in the Philippines, and bought it more as a thirst quencher than anything else. I bought a bunch more cans of the frozen lemonade concentrate and. Iwould have felt guilty about this if I had been a young man, but as I amabout to turn middle-aged I felt unbothered. After all, life was tooshort to feel guilty about things. If it feels good, and if it harmsnobody, then give me a good reason why I shouldn't do it? I was nosuperstitious man, I didn't believe that I had some vengeful God lookingover me about to punish me for being a wicked pervert. Still... as muchas I could following this line of reasoning myself, I didn't expect Maryto feel. " I repeated, my eyes locked on Ms. Sharp's eyes. My heart was hammering, my skin felt like hot lava."Yes. Because, sometimes, women can be slaves to other women. They can exist for the sole reason of bringing their mistresses pleasure, they can live for their approval, and crave the sweet sting of their punishment." Yes," I breathed, understanding what she was saying though I'd never heard the words before, had never thought those thoughts.Ms. Sharp trailed a single long finger down the side.