I was speech less my eyes popped out to see this that day onwards I started masturbating thinking of it daily.. One morning I went to ladies staff roo... to get duster there I saw nirmala was crying I got surprisedI thought “Why she is crying?” I hide in a proper place then another madam came and they started talkingMadam: why are you crying nirmala?Nirmala: I am crying because of my husbandMadam: what is the problem?Nirmala: he is drinking alcohol and he is coming drunken to homeMadam: this is. Out to the airport; well, airstrip. She wondered what theywould be using this time. A Dakota if she was lucky. There were a few of thosearound. An An-2 if she wasn?t. They were the worst. She fumbled in her pouch and pulled out the camera.These digital cameras had made things so much easier, she thought. This tinybox with maybe 1500 pictures in it and a lens every bit as good as the Leica she used to use. Tiny, silent, easyto conceal, simple to use and such great pictures. The editors had. .”“Well -- I don’t think I would, and I doubt you would either. I can live without being in a relationship. But -- if I’m going to be in one, I want it to be a full one -- a steady, committed one between us -- and a physical one.” He continued regarding her. “Well?”“I don’t know if I could. The thought of gay sex always turned me off ... two guys going at it ... But, you’re not a guy. You’re a sensational looking woman.”“Except, for what’s between my navel and my knees,” she interjected.“Right.. My little girlfriends became so proud of the powerful orgasms they provoked in Me, little understanding it was not their tongues but My own imagination that sent Me into throes of passion. It was obvious to Me, however, that My small town was not a safe place to play out My wet hot sexual dramas of Female Superiority and cruelty to scumbag men, so I went off to an urban University where I could secure more anonymity and many more hapless male victims [chuckle]After I earned My bachelor’s degree.