“Yes, Sekhar, everything is my fault,” she snapped back, rolling her eyes at him and leaving for the day. She looked into her husband’s dark eye.... She knew this look very well. He was mad, very mad at her. He and Kajal had just had another argument about having a baby. The young couple had been trying for the past two years, with no success. Kajal’s husband, Sekhar, refused to see a doctor. Sekhar was convinced that Kajal was the one with the problem mentally, but unfortunately, it also created. Her face of course was looking at me with the, “Do I get a turn?” expression.“Sorry,” I said as I moved out of the way. Being on a boat, there isn’t a lot of room and doors are small.As we moved past each other she seemed to lean in to me a little closer than needed and I felt her nipples brush across my chest.“I might need to go back in there,” I mused to myself.As I returned to the cockpit, I started to panic a little thinking I might not have gotten all my cum cleaned up.I’m not sure I would. An out of proportion percentage of them are Ivy League. Young. Some of them do-gooders. But most are bottom-liners.”“Ivy. That’s interesting. I’d have thought they’d go to Wall Street. Or Silicon Valley.”“A lot of them will. But there’s a tech side to solar energy. The panels, particularly Chinese ones, are getting more and more efficient. And while it’s not hedge fund money, there’s profit in rural Africa.”“And these Ivy Leaguers spotted it.”“Yeah. They spotted what most utility companies. I grabbed him and threw him on my bed . Before he could react, I had pulled his shorts off and now he was as naked as I was, waist down. He was wearing a T shirt , which I ordered him to take off… He hesitated and for which he was rewarded with a mild slap.“Sunder ab jo mai boloonga , wahi ho gaa. Agar nahi maana to teri gaand binaa tail (oil) ke maar doonga. Saalaye raat bhar chilaata rahaye gaa! Samjha?”He nodded his head in acknowledgement.“Come here and say hello to this cock which is going.