By afternoon chittapa took flight to Singapore.Then me and chitti was alone in the home. I felt bored.we were watching TV. In the evening chitti asked...me to drop her in the market.after 2 hours she called me asked her to pickup her at same spot. While I see my bhuvana I couldn’t control my feelings.she had went to beauty parlour. After dropping her in home I went to my room and masturbated 2 times that night.I would like to describe her beauty. She had a haircut upto mid back and made it curls.. Was I going to relent? Would I forgive her? I drew my hand back and slapped her. When I saw the shock on her face, I slapped her again.“Never see them again?” Slap! “You expect me to fucking believe you?” Slap!! “After all your lies and cheating?” Slap!! “You tell me about your goddamn fuck-buddies and that you fuck them just because I’m not there?” Slap!!! I was close to losing control and actually injuring her. I hadn’t planned on hitting her, but I was angrier than I’d ever been with anyone.. The year was 1964 and I was 23 years old.1964 was a hell-of-a year. This was when the old order of the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s dissolved and a massive generational change hit America. Free speech, love, and pot were in. So were long hair, granny glasses, and funky clothes. Crew cuts, Joe College togs, and respect for authority were out. The Beatles, not Britannia, ruled the airwaves.In the midst of all this, I became a Navy fighter pilot. After four months in replacement training that. From a life of quickies and parties and one-night stands and drunk and drugged to stone cold sober, clear-eyed, and LOVED and ... I glance at the ring, then at the guy sitting next to me, driving us off for a Saturday night together ... My husband.I know we'll only get to Galveston and I know it's just the ONE night because both of us need to be at work on Monday, being all responsible like that.His right hand is free. He's playing with my hair, caressing me like I'm a precious.