They used to live in the same building in which my masi lived so on that pretext I would get to meet her too. One day while playing tennis she hurt he... foot and wasn’t able to walk. Uncle asked me to take her to the doctor.He asked me to take his car along as he had a meeting in the club with my father and would come back with him. I took her to the doctor. He told that it was a minor pain and would heal within a few hours. I drove her back home. I took her upstairs in the lift of course but. I would consider it good riddance to be free of a man who would leave because his wife wanted more sex. If he said, "No," I would accept it, but would probably retaliate by destroying his liquor collection. That would take some time to replace on a teacher's salary! I wouldn't rape him, but nothing short of an outright refusal would stop me.I pulled down his wrinkled pants (he had once again fallen asleep without changing) and slid his blue boxers down to his ankles. Getting on my belly, I ran. I even began to suspect that something might be going on between them. This state of affairs went on for several weeks until I finally met the guy while mowing the lawn one Saturday afternoon. He introduced himself and told me that he worked for an investment bank and that he'd moved out from the east coast only 3 months before. I liked him, he seemed like a pretty regular guy. So when that night while my wife and I were having sex, and as usual she brought up taking Byron into our bed I. Then, abruptly,his smile turned to a frown as Dr. Waters entered the tiny room. Frankwas annoyed yet again.Dr. Waters was thirty-one years old and quite an attractive woman. Herred hair was tied back in a professional manner that matched herconservative attire. She wore low heels, a knee-length skirt, a whiteblouse and a short jacket. Her make-up was minimalist and tasteful."Good morning, Mr. Wilkins," she said as she took a seat across fromhim. She introduced herself and told him that she was.