It took several more minutes for the realization to come to her, “Michael?”“No”, I said quietly, but with a shaky voice. “Michael is not co...ing. I’m Michelle, but we have met before”.She opened her mouth, to scream, or to say something, I’m not sure which. The next words out of her mouth hit me as a stack of bricks falling to a concrete floor. “Yes, I remember you. It’s a pleasure to meet you formally”, she extended her hand. I shook her hand in a daze. Was this really happening? Was. She inquired if my wife was there, I said please come in. I was in a hurry to an appointment hence did not pay much attention.My name is Madan. My work timing is between 12.30 in afternoon till night 10pm; hence I am there during morning hours. My wife Sunita runs a business and she leaves very early at 7AM. To describe myself, I am 30, tall, fair, muscular and physically fit, with a high sexual appetite.Later that week end, casually talking to my wife, I came to know that the Aunty whose name. Why didn't you join in? You some kind of racist? Don't want to dip your wick in a puddle of black sperm?"I told her I could hardly be accused of being a racist, after all, I was in the house as a guest of Mike's, wasn't I? Then I said:"If the only way I can have you is to be the caboose at the tail end of a train of blacks, so be it, but I want my first time with you to be after a legitimate date. The usual, dinner, dancing, a kiss goodnight when I drop you off after the date and maybe you. As the conversation progressed I noticed Viv turn my way and her expression told me she remembered me. One of the guys put his hand on her arm to get her attention and she turned back his way. Two of the guys were joined by what I assumed were wives. It seemed as if that was the case because the looks on the women’s faces seemed combative towards the charming and attractive woman that I had known so many years ago. Vivian was not making any moves on the men but you could tell the wives felt.