He’s now a Software Engineer. I came to know him through FB. We’re just good friends and used to chat a lot daily. Then we exchanged phone numbers... Slowly our conversations became very hot. We played truth game through texts. We explored each other bodies. We decided that we’ll b just dating partners and there shouldn’t be any love. And here goes the story.It was during semester hols. We planned to go on for a 3 day trip to Ooty. So we booked a sleeper coach to Ooty in private. travels. We both. The four of us sat at the table passing the food around and filling ourplates."So, Jimmy, what is the problem about this play at the Pack Meeting?" We are doing a play about an Indian family, and I don't like it," Istammered. "So, if you could just tell Mrs. Bratten that I can't be inthe play because it might make me sick or something, okay?"Mom raised one eyebrow while taking a bite of the mashed potatoes."You might be sick or something if you are in the play, huh?" She askedskeptically. . I was not asked to cook as other ladies did that ..I didn’t even have a changing room and bathroom was wet … i wondered i should have seen how he lives first before marrying him. I sleep in short gowns or sleep shirt / shorts but that looked difficult with his brother and family in room … i asked ameer for a escape route and he told me just go for changing last in room and i said ok. My new bhabhi striped her c***dren to naked and told them to sleep … brother came into room in his undies and i. “I think we got ourselves a deal.” They set up the plans for said night and parted. ------------------------------ They met the next day as they had agreed on. The party was crowded. Typical college party: free entry, dirt cheap booze, halfway passed out students everywhere, the other half in a constant high from the pot-fume-saturated air. It was held in an old three-story mansion; probably owned by the chemists' fraternity. There were three living rooms that had been converted into dance.