This incident took place in Bangalore where I am currently residing. It was not a incident rather a planned encounter. Let me start the story.The cool...breeze of Bangalore was hitting me right on the face. I could sense a increased sense of blood circulation on my nerve endings. Was it because of this planned meeting or was it the worry of getting delayed. Reaching from point A to point B during the peak hours in Bangalore is a huge battle. And I had exactly 40mins to reach Kormangala from. The very short uniforms clearly showed that the waitresses were bare arsed which was an invitation to any red blooded male or even a woman if she were inclined to feel free to fondle the girls as they served them.The eight men were Americans and British and at least two of the ladies were local whores and the remaining two might have been wives or lovers.Martin neither knew or cared but after a few glasses of wine he was pleased to see that at least some of the men were taking advantage of the. Last time Melissa gave me a twinkle, all her friends came over and shaved my legs. And that was the least of what they did. But then I reached for the shampoo... and noticed the hair sitting on my shoulder. I frantically wiped the fog off the shower glass with my hand (I now noticed that my fingernails were longer and painted red) and gazed in the mirror. I saw the long, flowing blonde hair flowing from my head with the gorgeous blue eyes (and the shocked expression). I slowly looked down this. The young wife glanced at the clock as she finished dressing. She noticed that it was almost three o’clock. Three. Already. Oh God, she thought. I was supposed to go over to Nina Marsdale’s for drinks this afternoon. This was the day she’d been invited by Mrs. Marsdale, wife of the director of the Marina Tennis Clinic to socialize with some of the other women associated with the club and she was rather pleased about it. Quickly, she dabbed some perfume behind her ears and frantically.