”“And this could cause, well, a relapse, I guess is the word?”“Mike, anything could. You not calling her; you calling her; you being aloof; yo... being friendly; you getting engaged; you going to a monastery.”I laughed, “Not a chance on that last one!”“So I gathered, but the point remains - nobody knows for sure what will set her off. What I do know is that you being her friend and caring about her has helped keep her stable. And if we assume she’s back to the relatively stable version of herself. Infact, one of my childhood best friend is hindu. Our family is still very close. The maid I had, was not gorgeous but clean, healthy, well built. Medium complexion and appearance with nice boobs and buttocks. She was an expert in her job. A very nice cook. She used to come few hours in the morning and another few hours in the evening. She used to leave her daughter with her family. There was not much recreational facility in my life beside going to the officers club in the evening to play. To which there was a long pause. Was that a compliment, or a very perverse statement. I didn’t even know what to say back to him as we both stood in our tracks starring at the group of naked men in front of us sexually devouring my wife. I could obviously see that Jon was thoroughly enjoying himself with the drama unfolding in front of him, as I could only look on in horror as my beautiful wife was being used as a sex toy.As it all unfolded in front of me I was witnessing my beautiful wife. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail.Though she wasn't quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn't win any beauty contests. I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.Rail and I spent the rest of.