Then we decided to go to Palolem which is far from Madgoan and it is in South Goa near Kerala. Then we took a bus to go to Palolem. Plolem is one of t...e beautiful beaches that I ever seen in my life. On the way to Palolem in the bus, Mushfiq was sleeping on my shoulder and as his fair face was close to my face, I was feeling a little horny (but I was not a gay that time, I don’t know why I felt like that). We arrived at Palolem at about 2 pm and wanted to take a hotel quickly as we both were. ’ Sure enough that turned out to be false in so many ways. But tonight here we were, hooking up one again. I never thought i’d think it but i’m actually disappointed to see our fling come to an end. It’s been fun. However we don’t want to get caught. The more sex we have and the more we get to know each other the more our desire increases. It’s caused him to be out with me much more often than his own wife. Sure i’m flattered that he’d prefer my company but there is this thing called women’s. I tried too many ways to expose myself to her. I would wrap myself with a thin towel and move around when Salma would come into the room for cleaning. Many a time I would play porn on my computer and leave the room as if I had forgotten, I knew that Salma would enter the room and see the video. In spite of trying all the tricks, there was no response.Then I thought of a different approach, using the money. I had once heard her conversing in Telugu with another maid in the building, so I kicked. Most guys are easy to talk to, or easy to ignore, but not him."Who are you?" He caught my look as I refilled his glass. "I mean, when you're not here. Who are you, Ivy?"I shrugged and smiled weakly. "I'm still me." You're not a bartender all the time," the man insisted. "Are you?" No. I'm an actress, sometimes." I picked up my little towel and worried it. "I mean, off Broadway, you know. Little things." Oh." He sounded vaguely disappointed by that and it almost made me angry."How about you?" I.