I called up my office and took off for rest of the day as well. Now I had to overcome the relation barrier and ask my MIL to give FIL the sexual pleas...re he wants. I called up MIL and let her know that I will be coming home and I need to discuss few important things with her.“Ranjith don’t you know that Kavitha is still at her office. What are you planning to do coming home this early?” She asked me in a teasing way.I teased her back saying “So what if Kavitha is not there. Kavitha’s mummy is. This kinda thing doesn’t happen to us in real-life. Fuck Julia Roberts and Richard Gere and all that jazz. Pretty Woman doesn’t happen to us for real. Period. And if it does, it happens to fucking white girls. Gringas. It never happens to a Nicaraguan refugee.”“I can’t promise you a Hollywood ending, Consuela, but I can promise you that your life will be a helluva lot easier and less stressful in every materialistic sense of those terms. I can promise you that your pretty ass won’t be on the. We usually get back after 1 AM, have a quick snack and sleep till almost morning Prayers. It's a nice schedule. The sun doesn't rise till after 7 AM, even now at the summer solstice.I had such good news for Australia! They knew of my mission. I decided not to wait, and went to my inner conference and paged Eleora, the sixth counselor of the women's senior government. She's usually very quiet in our meetings, and it was only last year when I learned Eleora is also the women's chief medical. He gave me his address and that Friday night I drove to his house. CJ invited me in and we sat on the couch making small talk. It was all very comfortable, with CJ getting out some school year books, and we talked and laughed about how we all looked with our 80's hairdo's. CJ leaned in and gave me a hug, then started kissing my neck. We began to kiss, and thankfully he was a pretty good kisser. We were running our hands all over each other, doing the get to know you feel when he reached up.