Well, not actually easy, but the most direct one. I decided to talk to Michelle as if she was an adult. And that she was asking adult questions.I deci...ed not to back off and give obtuse answers to direct questions. After all, how else was she to learn. After all, how was she going to gain confidence in me.We had just gotten to know the other existed. For me it was not as she had done, looked at a picture and wished me into existence. For me, I had not known at all about even the potential of. I had a legitimate excuse for not reading my text. I could just say I was already back on the road and hadn’t heard the text tone. As I walked out to my car again, I heard another ding from my phone. -- By the way. You have “read receipts” turned on, so I know you got my message. You better do what I told you to. Fuck. So. Ignore the instructions and risk him punishing me when I got there, or face the discomfort of an anal plug for a fairly long car trip. Fairly easy decision, after all. I. I returned to India with a heavy heart. I couldn’t talk to my wife freely for next few weeks. I was grilled by two mental agonies. While my disappointment stuck to my mind like a leech, a guilty feeling haunted me day night. With the passage of time my guilty feeling slowly lost its intensity. But my disappointment remained in my mind as an undercurrent.But when my next visit to Germany was fixed, it surfaced with new vigor. My dilemma, whether to go to Germany or ask someone else to go, got to. When the chosen Sunday rolled around it dawned sunny with a bit of scattered cloud. Almost perfect, I thought. I had arranged to pick Rose up just after two o'clock which would allow me to check out the bus situation and make sure no one got left behind. There must have been a lot of enthusiasm for this picnic because everyone was on time, if not early. I drove to Rose's apartment building and she was waiting for me as I drove up."I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Rose." No ....