He had built it for his ex-wife in an effort to get her to overcome sexual inhibitions, but she left him before it had taken effect. When his son, Cra...g, gave it to me to help me, the son did not know what his father had done to the device."The ladies and the men, caught up in the story by now, were waiting anxiously for a further explanation. Kari let the hammer fall with her next statement."Over several weeks, he programmed me to be a slut!"The expressions on the faces of those listening. I still cannot believe I didn't spot a huge bloody petrol tanker coming towards me on the other side of the narrow road until too late! As I swerved left to avoid it I heard my wing mirror smash as it hit the lorries mudguards then a louder clattering along the nearside of my van as I struck the speeding cyclist forcing her front wheel into the stone and earth roadside hedge as her back wheel tangled with my rear nearside wheel.I braked hard and ran back to the mangled bike and the prone. I got married in 2014.Every year we visit my husband’s home two times. I don’t wear Indian saree, blouse in Noida. But in his home, I have to adjust to traditional Indian housewife dress. His family is the richest family in the area.The incident happened this year when we visited his home. I was getting bored. I told the family driver to take me to some good places nearby. My father-in-law sent a servant to look after me. The driver and servant were younger than me. The car left the locality. There was little I remembered about 1962 that I could use, and I wracked my brain trying to find something.It finally came to me a week later when Greta returned 'The Agony and the Ecstasy' to me. She'd borrowed the book over the winter, looking for something to read when she was stuck at home with nothing to do. I had been thinking of sports and politics and disasters that I remembered, when there were other things I did remember that really stood out for the old me.I may have ruined my life.