No going back, I guess.Nisha: What do you mean? It is just marriage.Raj: Yes, but it is serious. It’s a bond. A commitment, you know that this means... it burns all the chances we may or may not have.Nisha: Umm, I know that don’t you think I do? Bitch.Raj: Well, I’m just saying, during that dinner, I had just one thought in my mind.Nisha: What?Raj: No, it’s wrong, never mind.Nisha: Tell me stupid, I’m sure it is harmless.Raj: Well, all I wanted to do was take you to the back of the villa, bend. With drinking and no proper food, the going was tough. Alcohol set my sexual desire on fire too.In the end, my mom came with me to Chennai to take care of me, till my marital problems were sorted out and I got settled. I was reluctant to bring my mother to Chennai in that situation as it was a one-bedroom flat. She said it was ok and she can stay with me. She did not object to my drinking if done moderately. Days went by. We used to sleep in the same bedroom – she on the cot and me on the. I checked each of the offices and the rest rooms before opening the door to the small room housing the electrical equipment, phones, and the security system for that floor. The door was locked, but that wasn’t an impediment to one who uses Magic, and the lock opened when I touched the door handle. Inside, I noted all of the circuit breakers, but especially those for the alarm system and its backup battery, the air conditioning and the heat, in addition to those operating the doors on that floor. I hadn’t done anything like this before.I sat back down in a similar position with my legs fairly widely apart and stared again at the phone, attempting to concentrate on what was being said.This time as his foot came toward me, I saw that he’d taken the sock off. I do not have, and never have had, a ‘foot fetish’ but I do pay a lot of attention to a man’s hands (and his feet) more generally. Guys with ugly hands, bitten back nails, peeling skin, warts, etc, are a massive turn off for me. Feet.