” The sound you hear is my bottom jaw hitting the expensive, glass topped table. Luckily it rebounded up fast enough for me to start protesting, but...Jodie pressed two fingers to my lips to silence me first. “Caitlin and I will do you a little show. Ask the DJ to find something slow and sexy for us!” At that, the manager left us alone. I swear he was rubbing his hands together. “There – is – no – way – I – am – going – up – there!” I enunciated each word clearly and definitely so there would be. Though she had cherished the episode, she felt it was wrong on her part. She felt sorry, not for herself, but for her son Ajay. When she had so easily given herself up to a stranger, she had not cared to shower the same love on her son. She felt as if she had cheated him. Thinking of him she went ahead with washing all her garments which she had worn this morning, as she had seen Ajay's eyes pop out when she stood before him.By evening Anju had planned out everything. First she had sent Satish. This had started, interestingly enough, after I'd been telling him about my various weekend adventures with a number of dissatisfied married white women; who's husbands, I had explained, had a lot of money, but not much interest, or even the capacity, to satisfy their wives sexually---and, as a result, these women I'd gotten to know had began to look for other 'alternatives'; mainly (and very intriguingly for me) with younger, eager, black guys like me, who were more than willing, and above all. After some awkward silence Ms. D went into the church and I tried to clean myself off with garden hose, I needed to pee after and I found myself in a dark hallway of the church. I could hear feint singing in the back, and I felt pretty good walking to the bathroom in my work boots. I felt like a man!I pushed the door open without thinking. "oh my god! I'm sorry I'm sorry." "Wwwhat?!' Ms. D had her work jeans down to the floor and her DD breasts were hanging over the sink as she was washing her.