It was clear this was not her idea. ‘I don’t have any problem taking whatever type of pictures you want,’ I said softly, feeling sorry for the w...man, but also feeling a little heat in my crotch at the thought. As I spoke I looked more carefully at her face and body as she continued to look away. ‘Are you talking about nude pictures . . . or just pictures in your lingerie or swimsuit?’ ‘The kind with all my clothes off,’ she almost whispered, and then looked up at me with tortured eyes. She had. Prakash reached his home by 9 am. He buzzed the door bell, his house maid came to open she was like their house maid cum nurse. Her name is Kamala, she is very old; she is with them since many years. She is from Saurashtra.Yes, Ranjan, wife of Prakash is a patient of acute arthritis. She is fine in all other way, except for frequent attacks of arthritis. That time it becomes unbearable, she becomes unable to move or do any household work. This has been the case since last many years. Both loved. I didn’t pack any underwear or nightgowns or pjs. We got to the hotel and Linda wanted to take a shower before dinner. She game out and opened her suitcase and saw what I had done and was really pissed. That came as a surprise. She was also upset that she had no pants to wear but only skirts and dresses. She yelled at me that she would wear the panties and bra that she had been wearing all day but that in the morning she would go out and but all new underwear. She stormed off. This man was all of them rolled into one…and more. She had just never in all her born days expected to meet the man in person. Especially after that last email. His words lifting her, giving her wings and courage to face a seemingly impossible task. She had thought it was the end of a chapter. No, it felt more like the end of the book. The end of her life as she knew it. Over the months, if her dreams were filled with nightmares of smoke and bombs, stifling heat and mournful cries of pain in.