Wasn't he? I couldn't tell from the look on his face. He looked like he might be distracted. Was I just thinking too much?I needed to get a little per...pective here. Despite all the supposedly fabulous men I had dated, I had never really had a boyfriend.Shocking, isn't it?What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have. He pulls out of her rear end and collapses on top of her. I don’t care much about what happens afterward, and scurry back home in a hurry to tell Walter that I finally have proof Elizabeth is no lady. I have seen her naughtiness with my own two watchful eyes.“Walter! Waaallllteeer!” I yell, out of breath as I run up to him. He is outside getting something out of our car.“Mable, good grief. What is it?” he grumpily asks.“I saw it with my own eyes. Proof Elizabeth and Edward are immoral folks!” I. I requested my dad to send me back to Mumbai. But he was reluctant for me to travel alone. So he asked me to reside at my one of my distant relative’s house who resided in a nearby village. I agreed as I didn’t have any option. At least, over there I would have television for entertainment. One of dad’s friends dropped me to my uncle’s house. My uncle Ranveer was 35 married to an ugly looking aunt Savitri. Uncle had a ration shop just outside the house. He was a handsome man with a good sense. Uh...” Sandy turned again and looked in Bob's direction. “Uh, what?” “Okay, let me ask you.” “Uh huh...” “So, what if Susan hadn't called. What do you think would have happened?” “I'm not sure what you mean.” “Look... You're saying I was down to my panties and really turned on... right?” “Yeah...” “Well what if I hadn't gotten that phone call?” she asked. Bob knew what she was asking but he was playing dumb. “I guess I'm still not understanding the question.” “The question is,” Sandy began.