Baad apna lun owse ke choote kay under kia our yek finger owse ke gaand may dia may apna lun owse kay choote may under bar kernay laga our finger owse...ki gannd may our oweh mastee say horse ki tara chlanagy lagatee our boltee tee rashid plz bus mute karo plz chodo mojay isee tareekay say plz maray gaand say finger mute nekalo our awazay nekaltee tee oh my god yes yes kabi kabi boltee tee kia chodayee hi aap ki rashid kash mayra husband aap ke tara chodta rashid plz apnay lun ko mute nikalo our. ”“So she wants you to allow her arrangement with her current lover and in exchange, you get one of your own?” he clarified.I nodded. “That’s about the size of it,” I admitted.“What do you have to lose?” he asked pointedly.“What?” I asked, flabbergasted at the attitude.“Hear me out,” he said, seeing me start to get angry. “Your wife’s already cheating. That damage is done. California is a no-fault divorce state. It doesn’t matter if she banged the whole cast of Lord of the Rings. It doesn’t. ‘I have to go!’ He pushed her away from him, and she fell. ‘Christ! I’m sorry Carole!’ he exclaimed. He helped her up and helped her to a chair. An ice pack later, he and her marriage were gone. Carole had had enough. ***** That was eight months ago. Carole had separated from Mason and was well on the way to having her divorce finalised. She had taken on a new lease on life, bought a new two-bedroom apartment in New Kingston out of the very generous allowance that her husband had always given. She dug in her purse knowing she had not thrown it away. Serena finally turned it upside down to empty the contents and spread them out on the floor and there it was. A black business card with a gold lettered Bill Norton at the top, a picture of a British Norton motorcycle centered and contact information across the bottom. “Bingo,” Serena said aloud, “It even has his private cell number.” Serena typed a short message, “Hi, how are you? Remember me? Serena T.?”She thought he would answer.