The more we talked the more personal it became and then he started complimenting me. “You have such a pretty face!” he said to me. “A lot of guy... tell me that but some don’t like the freckles!” I replied. “The freckles make you even prettier!” he replied. “Thanks!” I replied as I grabbed the remote control to the tv and began flipping through the channels trying not to be nervous. “You like black guys?” he asked. “Would I asked you back here if I didn’t?” I said to him smiling. “I would love to. As Stef leaves my wife Helen walks in with this look like, why are THEY here. “WHY ARE THEY HERE?” she says in a stern voice. I tell her about Gillian and her being sick, and being sorry that our plans are postponed for now. She starts to yell at me for about five minutes straight, when I tell her I’m sorry and ill make it up to her. “You know how fucking bad I need this right now. We haven’t fucked in like two weeks and I need some release George.” I tell her not now with Gillian here and I. ”“I would be so happy then.”“What about your lovely husband? Isn’t he satisfying you?”“No. We just had sex once that too after I forced him into it.”The car suddenly stopped. “Sir, we are here,” the driver said. Victor lifted me and took me to his bedroom. He turned me and kissed my neck from my back. He dropped my saree pallu and squeezed my hips. “You have a stunning structure darling,” he said.“Can you guess my sizes?” I asked“34-24-32?”“That’s right. Think you are an expert.”He tore my. She's been cheating on me, or she hascancer. She just stood there, not able to speak. I didn't know whetherto be mad or understanding. In the end, Siggy broke first.She took my arm. "Kelly, you're pregnant."I wanted to laugh, "Are you crazy?" I look her in face expecting to seethat impish grin of hers appear, "Look, I know these suits areconvincing but come on. I am still a man underneath all this." Then, inthe back of mind, it dawned on me. Telling me to rest, trying to stopthe drinking, it.