The next day I begin my day bright and early and am ready, there is a door bell ring and my friend informs me that the driver has come with the car, I...step out with my bags and what I see I cannot believe my luck, a nice dashing Sardar about 6 feet tall, big turban, untied beard is walking towards me, he introduces himself as Sonu Singh (Name Changed) and asked me for my bags, I hand the bags to him and he puts them away, the car is nice and tidy with some scratch marks those are understandable. She asked why I went and I replied “simply”.It was around 3 o’clock and I took one strong beer for her and 1 peg whisky for me. I can read a clear naughty mood on her face and we started to chat in general topics. Suddenly I noticed that she was wearing only one front open loose shirt and midi type bottom with no inner wears….By this time she had her first glass so fast and I was just sipping my glass.She was in the mood of drinks and I just walked near her and cupped her boobs over the shirt. If you can’t commit, don’t knock.”“I understand, Jim. I would never knowingly do that to you again.”We ate breakfast and I headed over to my former residence to pick up my kids for the day.I rang the doorbell and Angie came to the door. She had obviously been crying. I said, “What’s the matter, Angie? Trouble in Paradise?” Then she let me have it.“You Fucking Asshole! You Son of a Bitch! My divorce lawyer? You’re fucking my divorce lawyer? Is that where you have been all night?”“Angie, my. Now there was a very subtle grinding to them, as if she was trying to get comfortable and there was something in my pocket that was in the way. Her fingertips often rested on my neck, instead of my shoulders, like in the past. She turned her head, to press her cheek against my chest, instead of just bumping her nose into my shoulder. She started reaching up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.“I like your beard,” she said, one day. “It’s soft.”“I like my beard, too,” I said, a little confused. I’d had.