)Aruna: Ne marriage life ela undee nikki (how is ur marrage life nikki)Sister: bagane unde edaru pillalu ma ayana antha happy ga ne undee (Ya it is go...d for my kids and hubby I am happy aruna)Aruna: Inka dane sangathe antee enjoy chestunara (What about that are you enjoying still)Sister: Hhmmm adho ala ala satisfy avuthuna nee. Ne sangathe ante nv chustunte baga enjoy chestunatu unav (Hhhmmm its ok satisfaction for me. What about you seems you enjoy a lot I think)Aruna: Hmmm chala enjoy chesuna. Before saying anything, I put my finger in my mouth and suck on it for a moment. It tastes DELICIOUS! Before I can ask about our plan, I see we're passing a park. I reach over her and pull the "stop" cord. "Let's get off here." Quickly I zip myself back into my jeans and soon we're exiting the bus. We start to run into the park, kind of giddy, like happy c***dren. It's dusk and the park is pretty empty. I spot a nice place on a hill where there's a quiet corner surrounded by bushes. "There," I. She felt alive and useful and confident in her recovery but had never come to see herself as desirable to men. Her divorce most likely destroyed what little romantic self-image she had ever had. She wordlessly transmitted a signal to others that she was not approachable…unworthy…that she would probably dissolve into tears or would turn tail and rocket off like a deer if approached. It was her underlying fears and insecurities that stood in her way–fears and insecurities that undoubtedly were. Now she was wondering if there would be a price to pay for his intervention, on her behalf. If he wanted her body as that price, she didn't know if she would pay it, but it would give her some insight into his attitude, toward things sexual. She knew she could postpone payment past this week-end, if necessary, by, as a last resort, pleading her period was upon her. She hated lying, and especially using this kind of feminine wile, but had decided to do it, if there was no other way. Her hope.