I continued to watch Layla after my wife left me. I plotted and schemed ways of bumping into her in the street, in the shops; I’d do anything to sp...nd just a few seconds in her company. My favourite day of the week was Monday’s – every Monday she’d be in the garden, in her pink bikini as the Floridian sun glistened off her creamy white skin, alluring me closer and closer. While I continued to observe her, I noticed that she and David had begun to fight on and off, quite regularly.I’d heard. All three rationalized they could easily see how bi-sexual tendencies or just to experiment with it can emerge in such a setting, especially with all the beautiful and gorgeous women and the exotic tropical location, and how it could easily be characterized as a normal, even natural reaction in this type of setting and the overpowering stimulus. But this did not explain the victims. All three agreed something else must have powerfully reinforced the persistent bi-sexual tendency that all the. "Hello, Mr. Sammy. She's in her study," she said, masking any surprise that I would come to the house, uninvited.I wondered if the swimming pool got any use as I walked past it, heading for the double doors at the end of the hall. I didn't knock.Cynthia looked up from her computer screen, smiled and came to me. The old Mrs. Collingsworth would have had me in a lip lock by now, but Cynthia stood a foot away, within arms reach. "Sammy, I was just thinking of you. I'm having my hair cut tomorrow.. She was looking pretty in white salwar, yellow kameez without dupatta. She was very fair, with lovable assets, sitting near window and enjoying the early morning scenic view out there. I asked her whether i could sit beside her for which she accepted. I took the seat and introduced myself. She told her name as Riya and had Punjabi origins. She lived in the same town as i and is as old as i. I liked the way she talked and she couldn’t believe that i was from a non-Hindi place. I made a good.