We would roam around in our underwear, looking naughtily towards each other.Ruchi and I would cook food together every day and got close to each other... We talked a lot about everything. While talking, I got to know that the spark in their relationship had died. She told me that my friend hadn’t had her orgasm in a few years. He hasn’t even made an effort in other ways too.She started crying and said that there must be some fault in her only. I told her that that’s not the case and consoled her. Aftab used to cook for me and do all the required house hold work. It was now a little over three months that Aftab was with me. He used to sweep the house, cook very tasty food, and look to all domestic chores as you would expect a good housewife to do. Aftab used to sleep on the floor near my bed.The weather was getting to be bad and it was forecast, that it might be snowing for a week or so and all roads to Gulmarg will be blocked. So I took Aftab and we went to the market and stored all. I never heard about what happened to her, at least not anything definite. I had heard a rumor that she had gotten pregnant in college and married the guy, and they lived in New Hampshire or somewhere else in New England. I didn’t trust the source, but somehow I figured that wherever she was, she wasn’t planning to return. Russell Creek held too many bad memories for her, or maybe just one huge bad memory. That fucking bastard GTO. He ruined my Megan. He ruined everything. She should have been. It excited her almost as much as it did him. The excitement, passion, and fire were building. He gently took her head and brought it back up to his mouth. Together they caressed each other until the hunger climbed ever higher. At last when the desire consumed them, they had to quench their appetite. As gently as he could, he climbed on top of her. They just lay there for several moments enjoying the feeling of their bodies together, realizing that they were about to reach that final pinnacle..