My evident mirth seemed to prick the bubble, with Dave’s self-confidence and ability to string two words together magically restored. With a look of...realization, he bit. “Oh, I get it. You were playing me. Playing your little game. Let’s see if I can tease my poor old husband.”At first, there was a hint of anger, but then he saw the funny side and was grinning the same as me. I’d enjoyed playing the game, teasing my poor Dave, but it felt even better to be back on the same page. I leaned across. Ek din subha panch bajy telephone ki ghanti baji mainy telephone uthaya our hello kiya to dosri taraf se ek female ki awaz thi our us nay kaha kay aap hello hssun kaisy hain aap mainy kaha kay aap kon hain to us nay kaha kay kiya aap mujhy janty nahin hain to mainy kaha kay sorry main aap ko nahin janta to us nay kaha kay main aap ki parosin baat kar rahi hon sadaf. Ji frmaey aap nay is waqat kaisy phone kiya hay to us nay kaha kay mery heart main our chest main kafi zoor ka pain hora hay. She was loving this. And though she'd deny it vehemently, he had a surefire way of proving it. He dragged her across the bed by her ankle until her legs fell off, leaving her bent at her waist over the edge. The bed was high enough though that her knees didn't touch the ground, but not high enough that she could put her feet down right, leaving her legs crouched awkwardly.He released his hold on her ankle, curling his hand into her panties and viciously yanking on them, tearing the delicate. Hell, I didn't even share them with Connie.Connie had become Mrs. Steven Davenport seven years ago. I met her just as I had been promoted to office manager in a fairly large company. Connie arrived from the secretarial pool to take the first dictation I required in my new position. She was nice looking, not spectacularly so, but nice just the same. Before the day was over, she asked me if I would ask for her the next time I needed a secretary. I said I would.Four months later, Connie announced.