I was apprehensive so I said not sure and she said please come over almost to the point of begging. I made arrangements for mid week and being in recr...iting my wife was use to the hours and evenings. I went over mid week and both of them were there. Offered me a beer or wine but I did not drink because I had to drive home and declined. We talked and then she sat next to me on the couch. I was not aggressive and in fact very timid not being sure what was happening. She then shocked the heck out. I was like in heaven. At this point i knew she was pretending. It is not possible, she didn’t realize. Neither i moved, neither she moved and we ate the whole apple at that position.After about 10 min she went again to kitchen to keep the plate and knife and i ran to bathroom to pee. I was just thinking about Neha all time. When i came back, my penis still somewhat hard and Neha already sitting on sofa. As i sat beside her she asked, “You don’t have a girlfriend?” and all i could do was. I watched with my heart in my throat, my body floating on adrenaline and the bittersweet emotions which had been my companions now for so long.I don’t know if it was because of Francis’ impending departure, but there seemed a deeper and more special connection between them than I’d ever seen before. And it tortured and suffocated me, with that little voice and my fears coming back to the fore as I watched the intimate connection between Francis and Sue.This wasn’t Francis fucking Sue, it was a. Then I moved. I danced the stairway to hell with a slow demented rhythm. I was shaking, and the stairs were shaking with me in their laughter. My hands became damp, suddenly there was not enough air. I breathed in deeply, yet nothing would fill my lungs with breath. It became darker now as I stood upon the stool of death. My hands reached out, and like a necklace of brown, gold and silver I lifted this rope above my head. Like a halo, I told myself, as I pushed down upon my face. To Hell I.