“If Peter hadn’t chopped off my hair, I would regret interrupting him and that girl. That’s not true. I do regret it. I didn’t understand when...I did it.” She looked up at the sky and said. “You hear that Peter. I’m sorry. I now understand your anger and frustration. Oh, and I forgive you for the hair. I probably deserved it. If I could remember her name, I’d write her a letter apologizing. Would you like it if I did Peter?”“That young woman was trying to improve her station through marriage.. Though we are close friends, we have never touched each other and never shared our fantasies or sex life Suraj happens to be a close friend of Sameer as compared to me.One day we planned a lunch together. Sameer suggested, lets meet at his place and we can cook, eat and talk. Three of us agreed and we met at Sameer’s place on last Sunday. We met in the morning by 11am. Suraj is a good cook, so he took the responsibility of preparing lunch. I and Sameer helped him for some time. We were. "We lounged by the pond, played card games, ate meals and talked about what we had done since my last visit. Derwen's house staff would bring my children out from time to time as their mother requested. Mercedes fed our girls and sent them into the manor for a rest with one of the young ebony temple priestesses who shadowed our party. When the perky young woman returned with my eldest son he was making a play for milk from the young priestess. Of course, most of the temple women wore black. But then it seemed like everything was a bone of contention between us. Truth be told Madge and I never should have gotten married at all. We mistakenly thought that sexual passion was love and when the fire went out about three years after the wedding we suddenly found out that we didn't have anything else going for us. The fact that the marriage stumbled along for the next seven years was more of a tribute to our indifference that anything else.Since I didn't care to stay home and argue with.