Colleen sighed. ‘There had to be something up, he wouldn’t have just …’ Colleen’s voice trailed off as two huge men approached them. ‘Ar... you Jessica Saint?’ one of the men asked. Jessica nodded hesitantly. ‘Where is Danny Storm?’ he asked. Jessica glanced at Colleen. ‘I haven’t seen him in months,’ Jessica answered. ‘He wouldn’t leave someone alone like this, where is he?’ the man demanded. Jessica sighed and shook her head. ‘I haven’t seen or heard from Danny Storm in almost six months,’. So she was calling me with this confusion. But I told that it’s my good luck that such a nice sweet voice is coming from a wrong number so I will love to get such calls in future also. So she laughed and then asked me where I am from and what am I doing etc and also told me that she is from Bhubaneswar but working in a Bank in Cuttack. She appreciated my politeness. So we chit chatted some common things and became friends.So when I visited Cuttack for some work I called her and she became happy. Anil and Amita arrived at our house on that fateful Saturday night. Our kids were at Sunita’s mother’s house, so we had the house to ourselves. Sunita was quiet. Amita also was very quiet but didn’t seem unhappy about her husband getting ready to fuck my wife. Anil, on the other hand, was his usual ass of himself by making a rude comment after rude comment about the act that was about to take place. Naturally, he was ready to consummate the deed the minute he walked in the door. I couldn’t. Was it the new surroundings or the company? She wasn't sure and didn't plan on digging deep to figure it out.The restaurant was the epitome of modern design with crisp clean lines and white walls. The art on the walls was the pop of color for the room with splashes and meanderings of abstract creations. It wasn't a design style that she felt suited her but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate it. The chairs were a Plexiglas plastic shell on cast aluminum stems. The cushion that sat in the.