” Every muscle in her body yearned to snatch the box from his hands, but with considerable restraint, Rose managed to say, “But your mother. I cou...dn’t possibly.” He waved her concerns aside. “Mother will hardly miss it. Here, you take it.” He pressed the box into her hands. Rose smiled in gratitude and popped one of the chocolates into her mouth. Never before had she tasted something so rich and sweet. She ate another, and then five more. “Delicious, no?” She nodded excitedly and then let out. She thought of her children. What would they think of their mother? She thought of Jake. Was he serious about her being with other men. She thought that he was but how can one ever be sure. Mostly, she thought of herself. She loved sex with Jake. She never needed anyone else. He made her feel terrific every time. She couldn't remember a time when she didn't have a satisfying orgasm.She went into the bedroom that she had shared with her husband since they had moved into the house. She looked at. Late one Friday night, I was chilling on my couch watching a movie with a friend of mine. I heard the voice of a woman giggling and talking excitedly.That was followed by Anuradha saying something that seemed to set off a hysterical outburst from the other woman. I could tell that both of them were drunk. Pushkar’s voice was also barely audible over theirs. I checked my wall clock. It was at 1 am.Why would a drunk woman be coming to Pushkar’s place at this time on a Friday night? It couldn’t. Abigail told me to name her. My smile couldn’t have been bigger, “There is only one name that comes to mind when I see someone this beautiful… Abigail.” I said. “We will call her Abby though. So, we won’t get confused.”Abigail's eyes filled with tears as she nodded her head in acceptance. Though Abigail went by Abby in school, I had never called her anything but Abigail. I loved her long name and it was all I would ever call her. She had very few old friends by then now that still called her.