With the current "politically correct" climate of awareness of sexual harassment, I was determined that I would NEVER be the one to discuss the previo...s night's Seinfeld TV show.No, siree. Not me.I'll just sit in my office and work.And occasionally fantasize.Hey! You can't blame me just for having an imagination, can you?My fantasies weren't about the girls at work. There weren't that many; our group being a development group. And none of them were real knockouts.And, of course, I was happily. This aunty id about 38 and is well built though short and looks good with glasses . She is a bengali and has been in blre for the last 10 years. She has seen me too and we have exchanged some hiis and hellos or just a smile whenever we see eachother. One day as luck wud have it, I came home in the evening from work and was at the car park area cleaning my car. She was dropped by her office car at our apartment entrance. It was about 8.30 pm and she went to her home and I suppose it was locked.. I made sure he had a slow and painful death, one deserving for what he had done. After that on the trip back home I met you.”The feeling of danger that had taken up Kate an hour ago, was now dimished, and replaced by a feeling of safety. She knew that if she was with Atlas, she was in safety.---The morning found the two characters of our story sleeping on the couch, one resting on the other. Kate was the first to wake up, and snatching the opportunity, decided to give back the favour from last. “Come on, let us bathe so I smell as nice as you” I cajoled, knowing that my wife would like and need that anyhow. We slipped away, leaving the pen for another day, hand in hand towards our little warm spring pool.We hurried, the urge urgent, Mataoka unbuttoning my shirt with one hand as she squeezed and pulled my hand with the other, tugging me towards the pool. Her eyes were wide dark pools of their own into which I wanted to swim.And then, as we were almost upon our bathing place, Mataoka.