She explained that she had recently lost her job and was looking to go into real estate and since my wife had told her I had been an agent a few years...earlier she figured I could assist her with what she needed to learn to make money in real estate. I said no problem since I knew what it was like to be laid off and looking to change careers as I had done the same several years earlier. I agreed to stop by the next day I had off. It was a warm spring morning I called Dale and asked if she would. A sudden slap stung her face. She reeled on her ridiculous shoes.He grabbed her purse and shook out its content. Her lipstick and compact clattered on the street. As did her keys and her cell phone."You damn cheating cunt!" he screamed and slapped her twice in the face. She fell to her knees. She started to ward off the blows. But he grabbed her hands and beat her in the face with his huge fists.She felt her lower lip bust. Her left eye hurt immensely. She wrung her hands free. She tried to. He's on top of her, mounted high on her torso, just under her bust. Straddling, his knees either side of her body, trapping her, holding her in place. She attacks him with her hands, hammering with closed fists. He takes a wrist in each hand and slams them down either side of her head, then stretches her arms out, crucifix fashion. She isn't going to just take it from him. She isn't going to allow him to manhandle her like that. She is determined to fight back. She strains against him with. Priya on the other hand was pissed off as I was visiting Priya hardly once a month saying I had exams, project works, etc. This pissed her off so much that one fine day she flew from Bangalore to Hyderabad to surprise me or maybe she knew something was going on. Girls easily figure out the fishiness in their boyfriends.Priya took a Friday mid-day flight and reached Hyderabad to surprise me. Now it was obvious she knew the address of my flat (you know, for deliveries and gifts). She took a cab.