Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless towards women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no one will re...ect me as my opinion about Indian woman had changed. But I acted like an idiot and roamed around-not far from my house- and started following women on the rainy morning, I made kissing sound towards them and rode away in full speed when they turned to me angrily.That continued till I felt guilty and aware of my mistake. It was the very next. Maine kha aaj raat ko Tere husband ke samnay chodo ga. Woh kehti dekhtay hai.Mein bro ke pass gya woh abhi bhi drink ker rha the. Mein medical shop pay gya aur neend ki goliya lay aya aur khane mein mila ker de di bro ko. Fir usko utha ker bhabhi ke room mein Usko shord diya. Maine bhabhi ko ankh mari aur kha. Door khula rakhna woh kehti muje pta hai tum nahi aho gay. Maine kha dekhna fir. Mein apne room mein gya aur one hour baad uske room mein gya.Bro ko check kiya pehle mein Usko koi hosh. Sure enough, there was a crappy TV mounted up in the corner above the bar. Some basketball game was playing, not that I really paid attention to sports.I was just staring dumbly at the TV when something splashed against my left cheek. Looking off to my left, two bar stools down, was a sad sack of a man. He was dressed shirt that was wrinkled to hell, and a tie half undone that somehow was also wrinkly. He was fishing a beer bottle cap out of his drink, while two guys down from him laughed.Their. I want... I want..." Say it, Danny. There's nothing wrong with it," the voice coaxed."I want... to be..." There's no weakness in it," the voice urged. "All you have to do is wantit."Danny's mind was a wash of images - the consummate beauty and grace of thefemale form, the little nuances of movement and expression, the breathtakingnameless essence that was a woman just sitting idle. Every motion, everycurve, every tiny little imperfection served to create the whole, and thewhole was beautiful..