Oh. Raj. How I have missed a man these years. I almost forgot a mans smell and a mans touch and his roughness. It is sheer pleasure that is intoxicati...g. Don’t let go. Kneed my one breast my lover while you suck the other. Don’t stop.” And I did what she wanted. As I was doing this, she was ruffling my hair and my hand slowly went down and finding her sari knot, removed it. As it fell off its folds, I saw that she had a petticoat and that knot too I deftly removed. And she had nothing. She wasn't far behind."Now what?" Brush," I said, pointing to a scruffy coarse broom. "Dip it in the river and see how much of the mud and weed on the chain you can get off as I heave the chain in."It was cold, wet and not terribly pleasant, but not a word of complaint did she utter.Serendipity was 'wind-rode' – that is, she was facing into the wind, rather than in line with the current ('tide-rode') and I'd left the helm with some starb'd wheel on.When I thought the anchor was about to leave. Staring blindly into the screen he wondered why was he so insecure? Why did he crave to hold on to his wife when he never really had her? She was just a doll who never said no to him for anything, she agreed with him on just about everything and yet there was a part of her he could never reach. She was never an open book, never laid her emotions bare and raw for him to see, hurt or heal. Sighing he switched channels and nearly jumped when the phone rang. Picking up the receiver he barked. "I'm sorry, Niko, but you know the drill. Dammit, life just sucks sometimes," he faltered. "You're dead, remember? Camille is your widow, not your wife. She's planning on getting married again. I know I should've told you, but... How do you think she'll handle it when she sees her dead husband standing at her door? You've got to get a grip, bro. Let's get out of here." This is your fault, the whole damned agency's fault," he ground out. "You took everything... everything. Tonight I'm taking it.