”Mark hears Janet giggle from the other table. He turns his head and throws a questioning look at her. Janet gives him a big smile and says, “I ma...e a bet with Casey.”“About what?” he asks, though he already has a feeling he knows what over.“Just amuse her,” Janet instructs. “And stop being a pussy.”Casey laughs, “He’s been a pussy ever since meeting me.”“Fine,” Mark says and shrugs. He turns his head back around in time to see Casey’s clothes hit the floor. He is partly shocked. He knows the. He still, however, has not forwarded a request for more troops.Why is this? Can anyone really know what is going on in the mind of the British officer? Vanity? Blind self-delusion? Perhaps a refusal to see he is wrong and a misguided faith in his 'special operations.'He believes he now holds the 'trump' card in his bizarre game of 'cribbage.' Holding the wife of the 'heart' of Rungwa's defence will surely bring the Leutnant to him. Maybe, by way of a 'treat', an exchange of prisoners, or some. Everybody has secrets before marriage and so does Ayesha.One Sunday afternoon I was lying on my bed watching some infidelity movie on TV in the bedroom when Ayesha came and sat next to me. Ayesha was still wearing a nightgown and was looking sexier than ever. My maid, Shabana, was washing utensils in the kitchen.I pulled Ayesha close to me and the next moment Ayesha was laying next to me on my left hand with her face on my chest. I bent over and kissed her passionately on her lips. In the. She fumbled with her blouse hooks and removed it one by one, exposing her bra. She pushed the blouse folds aside to reveal her bra completely. I slowly stroked the outline of her bra. My fingers moving from one side of her breast slowly to the other, pinching her hard nipples where it was butting out of the thin bra material.Mamatha was tense now. She quickly pulled out the shawl which was on her lap and wore it like a dupatta to hide her top, in case if any passengers woke up. Appreciating her.