"You sure you don't want a drink?" I'm sure," I said with a dismissive wave. "I just want some answers." You'll get better answers if you don't treat ...his as an interrogation." Fine." I gestured for her to bring me the martini.Instead of handing it to me, she set it on the table next to me. She smiled as she leaned over, and I forced myself to not look down her cleavage. At least not for more than a quick glance.She sat on the bed. Then she looked at me and took a long sip of her drink. "So. Permit me to make a brief diversion here, and discuss the issue of time-travel ethics. Being a time traveler is a burden that must be shouldered alone, unless you choose to let someone else in on your secret, something I simply wasn't prepared to do. You can't imagine the ethical and moral dilemmas that occur on a constant, never-ending basis. I had no precedent to fall back on, no ethics committee or advisory board or Ten Commandments of Time Travel to consult in order to help me decide what. After I fell asleep, after about an hour, I felt some movements on my body. I knew it was him. I felt his palm on my shoulder, then my arm, then his fingers rubbing through mine, while he sometimes kissing my shoulder, neck and upper back. He was telling, while kissing,-hey you horny girl…I felt you licking me…I liked that, I really did…are you horny again?…wanna have sex?- I remained motionless. I loved the way he enjoyed me.His left hand was squeezing my left boob, while he was kissing me. I somehow came out of my stupor and showed her the food stuff kept on the table. Very deftly she took rice n stuff on a plate and fed the kids. Then I spread a bed sheet on the drawing room carpet and she put the kids to sleep. I guess the kids were exhausted, they conked off almost in no time. Then me n Devika sat down to have lunch. Largely we were silent, I broke the awkward silence from time to time with questions about her and her family which she replied with her eyes on the plate. I.