My legs were cramping. Who says men grow old gracefully?Lore was in the doorway. "Hey!" Her hair, which I remembered to be long and straight, reaching...down her back to her waist, was short and curly. She'd put on a couple of pounds, but in the right places, so her curves were more pronounced. Her t-shirt had a stretched neck opening, exposing her collarbone and shoulder. When she turned to lead me in, her sweatpants had "JUICY" across the butt.I'd only recently learned that JUICY was a brand of. As she did many times in the office, she walked towards me slowly, this time her intent very clear.The drape of ‘s salwar fluttered about as she walked slowly yet seductively.She smelled of roses.As she sat next to me, I could hear my heart racing. Experiencing another woman for the first time. Images of my family flashed before my mind. My wife who thought I was at a business meeting at this time.Yet I found myself pulling her thigh onto mine, stroking it softly.We leaned forward. Her gentle. And so it was over 18 months since they had visited. There had been changes in Prtiam over that period. After that last Holi at the ancestral home, Pritam appeared to have changed. He made love to her with a new inventiveness and with many new techniques which surely someone had taken the trouble to teach him. He made up for his slender dimensions with a new vibrancy to his approach to her. Something seemed to have tipped him off on the quality of their sexual intercourse. She loved him too. As we walked through the town, the local men kept looking at Susanna. She was wearing a tiny top and it was obvious that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, a pair of tiny denim shorts, and fairly high-heel shoes. She was attracting a lot of attention and she was loving it. She said ‘All those men are staring at me. That’s nice’. I said ‘Well, your t-shirt is so thin and it’s obvious that you aren’t wearing a bra. That’s why you wore it, isn’t it, so all the men would know you are naked.