Sudip was acting with the heroine of the play and they were just doing actions recited in a romantic poetry in the background. Soon Mac saw that Vidya...was trying to shift here and there losing interest in the play. Mac asked, “What happened Bhabhi.” Vidya said, “Kuchh interest nahi aa raha, I am feeling bored.”It was his duty to keep the wife of his friend entertained so finding no other way he said. “Bhabhi, lets make it more entertaining.” Vidya asked, “How?” Mac said, “Bhabhi lets act in the. ”“A bit. Paul wrote me back!”“You’re playing with fire, Elizaveta Petrovna,” I said.“You sound like Mom!”“Two for two. Dad said the same thing earlier.”“Can I ask you a question?”“Sure.”“Why not spend the night with April? She wanted it, right? And you think she’s hot? Why not just have fun?”“Because, in the end, I think she’d hope something could come of it, and it simply can’t. She confirmed that at breakfast when we discussed fasting.”“Only my idiot brother would let stupid rules like that. ‘Rule number 4. Any pleasure you receive, and the amount of said pleasure, is entirely at my discretion. You can beg, plead, scream, cry, whatever, but I’ll be calling the shots.’ She started to look at me now with like she was beginning to feel a little intimidated. I softened just perceptibly. ‘Rule number 5. I have some deep feelings for you and I don’t want to jeopardize that. But, you’re going to have to trust me, and just relinquish some control. I’m not going to do anything to. When I focused on it I saw it was just a knitting basket with a thick piece of yarn hanging out of it. It looked strange somehow, like it was too thick. It was red and was mohair. I couldn't help myself. I reached out and touched it. Then to my surprise it moved just a bit. I thought it was just me and maybe it had just been a hard day. I grabbed it and went to push it back into the knitting basket when it resisted. I released it quickly and stood up. This was too weird. I grabbed my tools and.