I knew Anjali was a confident, headstrong young woman who could make her decisions and knew what she wanted in her life. I liked that quality. We both...checked into the room. So here we were, having sex for the first time after lockdown. Anjali quickly undressed and was in her inner-wear.She proceeded and unzip my jeans and remove my T-Shirt. I knew this was a lady who knew what she wanted. I was in trouble if I didn’t live up to her expectations. We both were in our inner-wear.Anjali guided my. I felt a sharp prick in my buttocks. I thought it might be the twigs lying by urinated and stood to pull my panties back to position. I felt my buttocks to know what pricked me there. Nothing was there I readjusted my panties and went to the car and sat in my seat. But while we were beginning to start again I looked at my hands and there was a little amount of blood in it. My father too saw it and asked what happened I told it might be from the prick I received from the thorns. My dad asked me. That means four rounds of wearing my toy soldier suit, which is OK except for the big circles of red makeup they put on my cheeks. It’s a good thing that our ‘stage mom’ for the concerts, Mrs. Grace, has a kid in theater and came prepared with a big tub of cold cream so none of us had to go back to class with remnants of our makeup.There were a lot of parent volunteers needed, and Dad was one of those who stepped up to help. One of the tasks that the parents do for the concert is that a couple. I shook her hand generically, silently praying that she wouldn't make any reference to our private-little aborted massage-encounter. "I need you by my side during essential business negotiations!" he barked at her. "I'm spending the weekend resting at home." "Oh, no you're not!" "You don't own me!" "For what you're costing me: I need my enviable wife by my side, to help convince them, during delicate negotiations!" He rushed her out of the opulent front-doors of the office. As I had told her:.