Or rather, not on her own, but without you. I know that she’ll always be the perfect wife. Which is why I both love her and hate her at the same tim....”I feared that Debbie was talking quickly and struggling not to offend me. I helped out.“It’s all good, Debbie. Maggie’s out with a colleague, although I have to admit that he’s much younger and fitter than me. But we’ve discussed it and it’s fine.”“You don’t think she’ll get into any trouble? I mean, if there’s glamour, champagne and a hunky. Tim had always done it for us.Peter asked aloud, “Hey, are you two doing it?”Whitney thought to me, “Not yet,” I said aloud.“Oh,” Peter said.“This is really neat, though,” Whitney told them. “We’re sharing our thoughts sort of like I do with Liz.”“So?” Beatrice asked.“But it’s different with a guy, and it’s more direct too. I not only hear his thoughts but feel what’s behind them too. Its ... Oh, WOW!”I grinned as I continued recalling the sensations I had felt during one of Tim’s full. College ke baad main ek call centre main job karne lagi aur latish apna family buissiness dekhne laga,woh mujhe kai baar city se bahar jaise ooty,kodaikanal,goa jaise places pe le jaata tha,woh bhi ek shadi shuda ladki tarah dress kareke waha pe latish ne mujhe kai strangers se chudwaya jaise room service boy,driver,tour guides,usne mujhe apni randi bana ke rakha thaPehle mere pass sexy dress nai the,so latish said,tumhe sexy dress stich karana hai,aur mujhe tayyar hone ko kaha,usne mujhe saree. While I believe that women can and should ask men out, request to be exclusive, and even propose wedded bliss, somehow the archaic "wait for him to make a move" mindset has seeped into my subconscious. Or... maybe I'm just chicken. (Probably the latter.) I'm not sure if I've ever even wondered, "Should I say I love you first?" because like the best-when-fried poultry item that I am akin to, there's just no way I would take the plunge first.Plunge? That sounds awful. (FWIW, I am in therapy to.