As soon as we got to the bar we started drinking. We were throwing them back like there was no tomorrow. Drinking, dancing with women, getting numbers...but no luck finding one to go home with. By the end of the night we were both pretty wasted. We stumbled back to the dorm. We ended up busting out a bottle of Captain Morgan back in our room. We were playing drinking games for a little while. Well it was getting pretty late. After a while I know I couldn’t handle many more shots. I decided. She said her husband is posted in Sambalpur and he comes once in a week. She is having one daughter and she is doing engineering in KIITS, Bhubaneswar. She is all along now. But still I was afraid.Then she explained her story. Her husband is 53 years old and is not having sex with her for many years as he is a diabetic and his penies is not fully erected. So now since she is along she is a regular reader of ISS.From there she got my mail address which she said never expected that in Rourkela. I had packed up all our stuff, placed in the trunk (I really didn't think I'd be needing any of it) and away we went. As we drove away from the strip, our conversation quickly turned to the trip we had and how nice it was to get away for a little bit. She was wearing jeans and a blouse in the passenger seat as we continued to small talk. After a few minutes, I found my hand resting on her thigh and I began to rub it ever so gently. She instinctually let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair.. Then she began to miss my attention. She tried smiling at me and trying to draw my attention. I never saw that! I thought her looks at me were an attempt at humiliation. But she simply missed my adoration of her.Finally, one day we met in the hall. I saw her coming, and immediately dropped my gaze to the floor and tried to step around her. Our hall was about 4 feet wide and 20 feet long. As I stepped to the side, she stepped in front of me. I stopped, and stepped to the other side. She again.