I was aware about the resistance of the tipping point, the moment when Nikhil and my wife indulge in naughty things. My wife take time to go to kitche... and at that moment I looked at Nikhil and he gave me hint that he is ready. When priya returned I stopped her and told her that she is looking very beautiful and start kissing her while we were standing. I prolonged the kiss for some moment and signaled Nikhil to come close. Nikhil was standing just behind the Priya and pushed himself into her. She was both excited and nervous about the whole thing. Before she left she gave me a copy of her novel.“Read I while I’m gone. I didn’t want you to before, in case you hated it, not that you will.”I laughed. “I could never hate anything you did.”She gave me one other gift before she left…It was two days before her flight was due to leave. She was flying out from Paris and had arranged to stay in a nearby hotel the night before so it was her last night with us. She was nervous and a little. She started to cry as a state policeman pulled up."Hey Zedekiah!" the officer said has he got out and walked across the field. "They said you had some English problems." The officer looked over at Emily who was desperately trying to cover herself. He then looked at the wreck of her car. "License and proof of insurance." They're in my purse." she sobbed."Then get your purse." The officer insisted.She bent over the door of her car and started pawing through the foul smelling stuff. She. A strong girl, broad across the butt and shoulders, she went ten stone at least. She pushed back against my grip, made an odd sound in her throat and then kissed me again, hard. I tasted blood and didn't know if it was mine or hers. Didn't care neither."Komma," she whispered, "come," pulling away, grabbing my hand and not caring if her heavy robe fell open. Up the front stairs she trotted, braids bouncing, hips swaying, pulling me along. I didn't take much persuading. At the end of the dark.