I had to remind myself that the woman in the picture was me. This was not the me that looked out of my mirror in the morning. I carefully packed the p...cture in an acid-free sleeve. Who knew what the future might bring. There was a chance I might show it to someone, eventually. If anything, the other picture was better than the first, though in a sense, they were the same. The second photo was a cropping of the first picture, enlarged to fit the paper. This one was a simple torso shot, beginning. She let a soft screech “oouchh” and said ” tumne seat toh nahi tod di?” I said “nahi, Bas peeche Kari hai” (we always spoke in English and Hindi the whole day, never just Hindi or just English)When I lay on her, she felt my weight, and we turned sideways to face each other. I took off her dupatta and felt her boobs mildly with. My fingers when doing it. She was smiling at me. I said,”satakshi, I love your lips, will you mind if I keep my lips on them”. she didn’t say anything. I came closer and. ’ I asked why they had these, exactly. She smiled and shook her head with humored exasperation. ‘So you can concentrate on the pleasure,’ she exclaimed with in her breath. ‘Plus it’s a great way to establish what techniques a king likes best. I’ll show you all the hand signs I know, and you can have a nice variety of… fun experiences with me.’ My breath got deeper, and she again melted against me a little, happy to turn me on so much. ‘Mmm, and here I thought I was gonna have all the first. Two weeks after graduating law school he packed up and left me while I was working a double shift. I come home and all his stuff was gone and a letter on the table wishing me good luck stating that our marriage was a mistake.”, she started. “But I must blame myself for that I should have known better. I don’t think he ever loved me. He never showed me any affection and when he did, he just wanted a quick fuck.”, she continued. “He was awful in bed and usually lasted a few minutes at most. Last.