.....!रमेश की हालत देखने लायक होती थी। शायद वो डर जाता था कि क�...ीं मैं सच में तो किसी से चुदवा तो नहीं रही? वो लाख छुपाना चाहे लेकिन उसके चेहरे पर साफ़ दिखाई देता था। लेकिन फिर कभी वो दूसरे मर्द के बारे में बात करने लगे तो मैं एकदम गुस्सा हो जाती थी। उसे भी समझ में नहीं आता कि यह अचानक फिर क्या हो गया? लेकिन तब उसके चेहरे के ऊपर की चिंता गायब दिखाती थी।मैं भी मन ही मन में किसी और से चुदवाने के बारे में सोचने लगी थी। कोई हट्टा-कट्टा मर्द दिखाई दे तो लगता था- काश यह मुझे मिले और मैं इसके साथ मस्त. She, like most women, had fought to be in this position, proven herself to be regularly superior to any of the men around her. A pathetic little boy was not going to derail her career, and she had made her mind up to fix or finish him.Little did Ian know Carol had been reporting directly to her boss about Ian, and she wanted action. Mike Dean was Carol's manager; he was in his 50's, six foot two and in shape, he was always on the company emails doing a charity run or an assault course. Friendly. Despite her adulterous liaison with me, and despite not being a Sikh like us, she’s a caring, decent, wonderful human being. I can understand if you feel some skepticism, as she’s estranged from her own husband and has had an affair with a married man like me. She is more than her vices, trust me on that, as I am more than mine. We all are and I would maintain that, even if you had betrayed me in the same way that I did you.I will always regret that I lacked the willpower to stick it out until. ”I strip off my heavy winter things and look at the items, then think of the bearskin rug. I tingle all over at the thought of the thick, soft fibers against my bare skin and decide to go au’ natural. I then proceed to walk over to a bar, get an ice bucket, wine and two goblets. I lick my lips in anticipation, return to the rug, and set the items off to the side. Then I lie down on the bearskin and coo as the fabric tickles every inch of me, like a million tiny fingers. I’m lost in a daydream.