“Ok.” She said, “Who are you?”I looked at her and smiled, “I’m her husband.”Her jaw dropped and seemly could find nothing else to say. T...en something struck her. “You know he’s fucking her right now.”“I figured as much.” I responded.“Why haven’t I seen you before now?”“We have only been married for about fifty five hours.”She turned, shook her head and as she was walking away said, “Jesus Fucking Christ.”A lady came in the store with a white miniature poodle and Woof decided he wanted to visit.. She jumped and moaned, another, ?Please let me out,?whispered from her lips but all she got was Philippi nuzzling up to her face,?What?s the matter little sweetie-pie, don?t you like Georgina?s touching your tush?? Unable to avoid either woman she cringed at the feelof the rough skin on her face, the smell of make up was overpowering, she wasnow feeling faint, the lack of food, the fear and what was happening, her bodywent in to defence mode and started shutting down. Josie felt herself. V. and rotating the channels. By seeing the channels I did not follow the time and I turned up the channels for some mid nigh masala items and at last I got it and I am seeing the scenes. After some I was surprised by seeing my babhi came down and entered into the room and saw what I am doing, and she immediately said what you are seeing it is not good. As I am a practical man, I replied it is all common in my age, and I turned off the T.V. as it is not good for me. But she immediately switched. Isabella was not regretting this strange turn. She had long ago learned to trust Her and to respect Her choices and strategies, however strange, brazen or even cruel they seemed to Isabella’s logical mind. It seemed that everyone had slept late that morning. When Isabella finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen, she found her mother, Marisa, sitting alone in the sunny little courtyard between the kitchen and the solid stonewall of the old bathhouse. Isabella poured herself a thick, sweet.