Before marriage sanjeev and i used to talk a lot about wife swapping stories and all that crap but after marriage none of us dared to utter a single w...rd about it(may be because we got possessive about such beautiful wives). It was on the eve of new year we decided for an outing together and went to madhuban restaurant for dinning. My wife shriya was looking hell gorgeous in a blue saree and her tight blouse and same was with sanjeev’s shikha. She was wearing a colorful saree but her tight. As I turned, I expected Melissa to follow me to the door, let me out and say goodbye. I caught a glimpse of her in the large letterbox mirror that almost filled the length of the opposite wall.I watched her turn so that she faced inwards towards the wall. I took a small pace forward and watched her hands come up behind her but over her blouse. Her fingers briefly grasped at her top and then I watched her place the palm of her hands flat against the wall in front of her. She leaned into the wall. Since it meant calling your boss first he moved to the school to do it. Public place, public phone, plus he felt the school might be a hint for you to believe what he said." It was. So why the sudden change? You wanted to keep everything hidden before, now it seems like you want to go public." Not public. But something happened this weekend. Something which complicates things and there is just no way to keep a lid on it without at least some explanations. My parents were almost killed Saturday. Likewise, I liked Petra too, though she had made it clear that all she could be is a friend. I was more than happy with that.Natasha! There by lay my dilemma. I was reasonably convinced that the old Natasha was gone, with the exception of the odd moment. Her short dependency on me was more or less over. Did that mean that our closeness was over? I didn't want it to be but what about her? If it wasn't, then could we work together?Wednesday evening seemed to answer all but the last question..