After some deliberation I slipped into a pair of dark skinny jeans, with a fairly low cut black tee and killer heels. I chucked on a striped cardigan,...fluffed up my freshly tousled brown hair and put on just a touch of makeup – just a dab of eyeliner, a flick of mascara and a slick of gloss. I was ready. I grabbed my bag and headed out of the door, my legs a bit wobbly. My bag was surprisingly light – I’d just packed a little nighty, and a change of panties and top for the next day, with some. After the children were admitted, the parents began to leave and I saw her for the first time in months. She was wearing very tight leggings, which was always a code we had developed. Normally, she walked her kids to school but today, as part of her plan, she had brought her car. This gave her an opportunity to break away from the other parents and make a call from the privacy of her car parked a hundred meters down the road from my house. “I can’t wait,” she announced in her breathless, sexy. His insight. They had come to depend on him, in particular, to tell them about his bedroom adventures with his wife. His tales were fantasy fodder for some, he knew, which secretly pleased him. If all went according to plan — and why shouldn’t it? — tonight’s dispatch would not disappoint. The evening would begin with a succulent dinner of pork tenderloin in a rosemary-ginger marinade, tiny spears of young asparagus and roasted new potatoes, with raspberry sorbet for dessert. Nothing too. It was then that Madhav noticed a distinct chill in the air between his mother and Ramesh. Or maybe he was just imagining it as he was tired from his long drive."Come on in, Monu," his mother smiled at him, "your room is ready. I guess you still remember where it is after all this time." Yeah, I think I do," he laughed softly, "it hasn't been all that long." Here, I'll carry your little bag," she offered, picking up the smaller suitcase."Okay," he said, grabbing his other suitcase and starting.