By the end of the day the chilly atmosphere had gotten to me and just before quitting time I walked over to Betsy's desk. She looked up at me with a "...uck off asshole" expression on her face and I stared right back at her."I'm not going to apologize for anything. You were the one who wanted to play at being a slut and all I did was go along. You should have made damned sure that your idea of a slut and my idea of a slut were compatible before you started playing the game. Remember your "Push me. .. I have to go now if I'm going to do anything at the park." All right, if you insist. But mind you be back at noon!" Yes, I will," he said reluctantly. He kissed her perfunctorily on one cheek and left the kitchen almost on a run. The last thing he wanted to do was come back here at noon, but then, he didn't especially want to go to the park, either! He didn't know what he wanted to do, except be by himself awhile and sort out some of the confusion and hurt that was festering in his brain.The. Every meal time and evening the 3 of us would sit eat and drink together, we all got on very well.One day Mel and Ann were having a girlie chat and Mel asked her if she got lonely at night on her own, with no one to cuddle up to, she explained she had a husband at home and never had any cuddles at home either. She told my wife she remembered the last time she made love, it was her 50th Birthday, and told Mel she missed it terribly.Mel relayed this back to me saying she felt sorry for her, and. I know its her bra size but texted as if I don’t know and asked whats that?? For that she didn’t reply anything again. I asked her to meet . she said no to that. I asked repeatedly but she was not interested to meet.One fine day I got msg saying “come to my home tomorrow”. I thought it’s a green signal. But it was not. I went her next day. There she was wearing blue chudidar and her sister was also in her home. She told she called me to spend time with me that day.But suddenly situation.