There is no substitute for good company. You only live once and you shouldn't let the best in life pass you by. However I always had a moral compass b...sed on my belief in God and my upbringing, culture and traditions. Which is why, even though I am considered beautiful by those who know me, I never had any affairs during my single days. For those who are interested, I am 5'9 (tall by Indian standards for a woman), fair, long straight black hair, slim yet curvy in the right places. I believed in. One such day, on a Friday evening after coming from work, I took a shower, changed into red satin nightwear, and started preparing my dinner. I finished my dinner around 8:30 pm and played some music. I was enjoying myself.I was so lost that I didn’t even notice that my window was open, and I didn’t close my door completely. Around 10 pm, Roy (my neighbor) was taking a walk outside and saw me dancing in a satin nighty from the window. He opened my door and came in.When I saw him in my house, I. ”I spread my towel out on the lawn, making sure to bend over as far as I could to straighten out the edges. Getting down on all fours, I grabbed my book, then propped myself up on my elbows to read a bit while tanning my backside.“I am sorry, Jacob, I already bought this one, so you are just going to have to get comfortable with it,” I said, and I opened my book with a declarative sigh.“Ouch!” I screamed as the stainless-steel grilling spatula slapped down on my left bare ass cheek. And before. I slammed my punching daggers deep into the monster’s back and watched Greta unleash her passion in frothy waves of—A bony elbow cracked into my head.The world spun around me. I hit the ground, rolling in silent agony. I came to a rest, the world blurring into doubles before me. My temple pounded. I groaned, struggling to understand what had happened. My stomach writhed. I let out a groan, ears twitching.I had to ... do ... something ... What ... Think... The monster loomed over me, ichor.