It’s me. Rashi, jitni tum sundar ho, tumhari aawaz bhi utni hi acchi hai (your voice is as sweet as you, yourself are) huh, where did that came from...So, Mr. Fattu has finally gained some courage and laughed. That voice and her face, flashing in my eyes, made me go crazy for her. Now about her and she was a girl with milky white complexion. Long and smooth hair long legs and assets which can make any guy go head over heels for her over on the telephonic conversation she asked where had I been. I didn't talk about it with her, either, although I spent many long hours down there by myself, thinking, trying to understand what this was all about, what this would do to our relationship, what part I could and would be willing to play. I had several issues to deal with. Until I was ready, I wasn't going to bring it any further into our relationship, giving it a formal place, than it had already intruded by may accidental binding of her arms the day of our bet.As time went by, slowly, the. I put $100 bill in an envelope with a big “housekeeping” note on it hoping that will alleviate the discomfort that the staff will have to embrace due to our activities.We make plans for breakfast while Bryce headed to his room for a change of clothes. Sam and I had to be at the wedding this afternoon so we made it an early one, finding a nice little café just down the street from the hotel. As we ate and sated ourselves with coffee, numbers are exchanged for possible future trysts when Bryce’s. Each seemed lost in the pulsing music blaring it's sensual rhythms into the warm summer night. I returned to the bar and luckily found a vacant seat. I drank slowly but constantly waiting for Irene to return. I will admit the thinking about and planning the event was much more interesting than the actuality of experiencing it. My hands were sweaty and I was filled with regret. Every 5 minutes I would turn my head and search the swaying bodies for my wife. My regret slowly turned to fear.