She wasn’t the stay-at-home type. She never had been. But here she was, at home. She had felt whipped. Something inside her went off yesterday, and ...ll of her independence came back in a flash. Her husband had walked through the door, also upset, from his day at work, and the two of them had had a head on collision. Of course, they both realized that they were being silly in the end, but she had to admit that the sex last night had been wonderful. She was debating making him angry more. Eventually I discovered they were neither slow nor dull. The writers had a lot to say and they took the trouble to put all their thoughts and feelings into words. They wrote those wonderful stories at a time when reading was a luxury and they had all the time in the world to do it. Just think. It was a time when there was no TV, Internet, computer games, or organised commercial sports. Just reading and the stage.Kaid said that literature was a short cut to worldly knowledge, a kind of crash. When I saw her first all bad thoughts started coming in my minds about her as I had read desi stories about owner and maid sex, but then I said I want do any wrong thing which will put me down in her vision. As time started passing I became more free with her and even she. She used to tell me about her family life about her problems and other things and some times I was helping by giving her some extra money if required but never asked her to return it. So day by day we were coming closer in. It had been only fifteen minutes since her father had arrived."Jessica honey? Are you home?" yelled out Jonathan Glazier as he opened the front door. As the Assistant Director of Operations at MI5, it had been a very bad day at the office with the botched kidnapping against MI0 and he could have sworn the car in front of the house belonged to that of his father-in-law."In here baby," announced a sultry voice coming from the kitchen.Dropping his briefcase and hanging up his suit jacket, Jonathan.