Trying to figure out where we or I had gone wrong. What had happened? At the end of the day, I was no closer to a reason or solution than when I start...d. I drove home and walked into an empty apartment. Samantha wasn't home. The message light on the phone was blinking. The message was from Samantha."I'm going out to dinner with Julie. I will be home by 9:30 or so."I could not fucking believe she had gone out again. After all the shit that had gone down the last week or so, she was still going. Once, Raja had described an erotic encounter with the domestic maidservant of his parental home, much before our marriage. I was so horny that I couldn’t wait for a wild sex with him in bed. Later, he had told me that it was his wild adolescence fantasy. If he hadn’t told me that it was a fantasy, I would have always believed it to be a reality. After Raja returned home, he announced in the tea table that he would be going to Delhi by the early morning flight next day. That was a very sudden. ‘That would be wonderful because once I got you that far, I’d never let you go.’ ‘I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a ticket then, ‘ she told him coyly. ‘I can fix that right away,’ he told her reaching for his wallet. She put her hand against his arm and stopped him. ‘Don’t do that,’ she said, her eyes shining brightly. He nodded. ‘I was only kidding.’ But that was only half-true. They strolled slowly out to the gate, hand in hand. ‘How are you getting home?’ he asked her as they stood at. .” I felt her begin to shake.“I wish I had been brave enough to come into your room then. To take you, just like this...”“Oh ... oh, Adam ... oh yes ... God, you’re fucking me so gooood...”Moving above her I had the perfect view of her long-denied climax finally building to its peak in her body, despite and partly because of the pain.It began as tiny tremors in her slim shoulders, quickly followed by a sustained tremble that ran up and down her spine, growing until she was shaking from head to.