Because she used to sit opposite to me we had many chances of interactions. From her interactions with other people, I had understood that she was not...satisfied sexually. Later I came to know that she became a widow 3 years ago when her husband died from a cerebral attack. I knew this was my chance. So whenever I got time, I made sure that we hang around. Sometimes we even went for meals together. Gradually we became good friends. I used to tease her whenever I could. During our conversations,. Just do what she’s been doing and keep your mouth shut.’ ‘At the risk of sounding like an idiot, I don’t want to sneak around, hide and lie for the rest of my days just to have the pleasures she’s had and denied me all these years.’ ‘What if she won’t let you go without a fight? Am I going to lose my chance at happiness just because she’s a selfish bitch?’ ‘Thisis something I want as much or more than you do and I’m going to have it, so don’t worry about getting deserted. I promised you we’d. From where he stood Brendon couldn’t see beneath the table-top to affirm the theory. He stood clutching his briefcase in front of his groin with both hands as if for protection. The two women busied themselves with some paperwork for a while during which Brendon began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. He escaped into fantasy land again. Beneath the table a hand passed across a lap and under a skirt before reaching up and sliding under the thin fabric to gently stroke at the soft folds of. Jeff was humming along and bouncing up and down in his seat. My friends, I gave in and used the closest word, would have found it worthy of ridicule. I found it endearing. I found it arousing. I took him home and had my way with him.For the first time in my life, I had a man stay the night. I awoke to find him sleeping peacefully. I was assaulted by the intensity of the feelings I had for him.This had to be infatuation. It was far too intense to be love.I snuggled up against him and waited for.