“Oh, man, that was nuts.” I shook myself back to life, my nerves still shooting bullets of ‘scared shitless’ through my system. I dusted some ...reen refuse from my blazer. Then my hands brushed up against Terra’s soft hands on my left arm. “Let’s get this blazer off,” she said. Her hands slid up my arms to my shoulder, her firm grip sending bolts through to my feet, but they seemed to start collecting somewhere else. Her fingers curled around the collar and slowly slipped it off before tossing. Thinking about it i realized there were only two ways i could go. i could tell Frank when we talked later and be done with it, my first reaction, or do as he said and not have anyone find out anything until i was ready. Would he really say anything? Could i take the chance that he would? i felt earlier that i had good reasons for keeping it secret for now. Would Frank think about me what i feared he might if Jack told him what i did? If i went along with Jack i could buy time and decide how to. And this was the moment when a bizarre idea of sharing lovely Sarda with this swarthy strong tribal gay suddenly occupied and obsessed Anirban. . .Well, Anirban would never hide anything from Sarda, and vice-versa, and therefore, this Kishku-episode also he divulged to his understanding wife Sarda in a day or two, also speaking his mind to her that he wanted her to date Kishku and somehow save him from the clutches of harlot Nandini or divert his addiction towards her.Initially, Sarda repulsed. They soaked up the sun by the pool during the day and fucked at night. Then he met Fiona. It was a flirtatious acquaintance embroiled under a haze of clandestine confusion, a fleeting extravaganza of impossible circumstances, but a holiday narrative that he would always cherish with furtive amusement. A meeting of eyes and a brief conversation at the hotel reception was all it took. It was almost four in the morning when they eventually got back to their hotel. Even before the lift doors.