It was in the area of sex, oddly enough that trouble reared its ugly head. I am, admittedly, old fashioned. I'm a hopeless romantic, and my sexual app...tites are based on that aspect of my personality. I believe in treating any woman, especially my wife, as a valuable jewel. To demean her, or disrespect her in any fashion was not my way. Kyran was a bit more adventurous than me, which was somewhat amusing, since this was a kind of reversal of roles I suppose.I tried to be open to her. Then we had chat for some time. Again she asked me for the beer but I refused to give.I grabbed her hand and made her sit. Then I wrapped my hand around her shoulders and told her not to drink. And with some guts, placed a kiss on her left cheek (what a soft cheek it was!!). Then we went for dinner and came back to the room.There it started. I opened another beer. She took the beer from me and this time, I hugged her from the front and grabbed the beer from her. She was happy with that hug, she. You can read these story also, so lets start storyChapter-1 One day I am free I opened my email account and see there are so many mails are in my mail box some of boys mails for giving one meeting but I am not replay them because this is our company policy. Then I see one mail named as shruti and this mail for to meet me and fixed date but I noticed that this mail is 5 days old so I replay that lady-sorry madam I don’t read your message , sorry for that . After an hour the there is another one. That led to words and Brad wound up spending the night on the couch.The next morning there was a stiff and formal goodbye as he pecked her on the cheek, loaded his luggage in the car and departed.Sondra was miserable as she went about her housework, the hurt and alienation cutting her deeply -- so deeply in fact that, despite her continued reservations, she was happy to hear the phone ring."Hi Sondra." Hi Brenda. I'm glad you called."Well, have you made up your mind?" I..." she hesitated, a.