It had never occurred to me before that night that I might not be the father of my daughters. That someone else’s sperm had impregnated the egg from...which my beautiful Abigail had grown. I’d accepted the detective’s report of Vikki’s infidelities but had never taken it to the next step, that she’d started almost as soon as she’d met me. And too engrossed in my reading it hadn’t occurred to me when I’d first leafed through her diary that afternoon. I just made it to the Starbucks washroom before. I told Mandy just some photo’s of us undressing each other and simulating sexual positions. Anyway she eventually agreed. We started with us kissing and slowly undressing each other as Kathy took the photo’s and to be honest I was getting quite turned on. Kathy said she had to go and get some more film, these were the days before digital cameras.When she was out of the room I told Mandy I was getting turned on and she said so was she. I told her when we got down to our underwear I wanted her to. I guess we both thought we would live forever or perhaps it was just us deciding whoever went first would be relieved of any unpleasant stress.I was the unlucky one in that instance but in all fairness I would have to admit it was more luck rather than lack of luck. The entire affair was extremely costly, required a great deal of patience and left me with a sour taste in my mouth knowing that there would be no one around to take care of my final wishes. My children were in a distant location. She was never the same person whom I met first in Goa. Her hubby told the same to me.A week later, her hubby called and asked me to visit them at their place. I told him about the terms and conditions, which he happily obliged. I told him to buy few things which would be nice to have and I took the necessary things which I had. For me, it’s not just about giving a massage but also concerns the intentions of the giver and receiver and the attitude they bring to it, a clear idea of your.