Even as I was being bombarded by sight as well as sound, I could not entirely distract my mind from the fact that Marisa was, at that very moment, bei...g fucked by four different black guys, with the one goal of leaving enough sperm in her that she would become pregnant by one of them! No matter the visual and sound impact of the movie, I sat there not so much moved by the film, but by the way my honeymoon night was being played out---without my direct, physical, or sexual, participation! I left. .. to be frank about the situation, my women don't want me to spend that much time away from home – and neither do I. But I have noticed that I'm almost unconsciously checking out most everyone I meet, and I have noticed subtle 'lies' that occur in daily life. Something like Quinton just mentioned, although mine were more in line of the bag boy at the grocery store saying, 'Certainly, Sir, I'd be glad to.' But what he meant was, he would be glad to with a five dollar tip, otherwise I could take. So by midnight I slowly came out of my flat and went on terrace and bhabhi was already waiting for me there I was in my shorts with no inner and she was in her gown … It was pitch black and no one would see us so I asked her the reason to meet her to which she said she was feeling alone at home and hence asked me to meet here so we chatted with each other and on asking about her marriage life she finally spoke saying that it was boring since her husband is out for his job and was paying less. “It’s the people that yous fuck, doll,” he answers, taking a few steps forward. “You see, me and yous have a connection. Yous fuck other people and they sort of become trophies for us. After a while I get certain abilities.”“Like speaking?” she says, her eyes darting around, looking for a possible way for her to escape.“Yeah,” he confirms. “Now why don’t yous calm down. I ain’t nothing to be scared of.”“But what you did to Dave and Jane ... the paperboy,” she mutters. “Oh my ... my.