I came close to her and touched her waist, she woke up and winced with pain in back. She had lifted something and had a muscle sprain at back. She was...waiting for me to give a relief with my massage. She well knows I am good at massaging her.The fresh smell of blossoms, neck and the evening breeze hit my nose. I was hard instant. She turned and our met her eyes. I sensed her pain and touched her bare waist and back. Is it here- I asked. She noddedShe trusted my fingers. I went for a while to. James was surprised at first, then he seemed to accept it. He finished and handed me the phone. “Hello my love.” I said “Honey, he sounds like the right guy for you to have for a playmate. You were right, I think I would actually like him. So tonight, you do whatever you want. I love you and I'm not worried.” Peter stated. “I love you, come home soon.” When we hung up I looked at James and said “Satisfied?” playfully.“Oh hell yeah I'm satisfied about that.” he smiled.“Come on” and I walked him. Nothing. Skin was cold and clammy. He was a goner. No CPR or shock paddles for him. Too far gone.“Time of death, twenty-two hundred hours local time. Let’s get him out of here. Walker, Mackey, you know what to do,” Anne barked an order and we didn’t hesitate to obey her.“We need the bed, anyway,” Singh remarked as another body was brought in and another after that.The trickle had already become a deluge, or at least a flash flood. We were constantly busy, doing one surgery after another, saving. I started spending a lot of time on it to look for someone who is interested in FWB. Days past by and I was getting nowhere as genuine people did not reply to my mails and those who replied were just whores. Then one fine day I saw an ad that said “Any Indian guy interested in white female”. I first though there might be many Indians who might have replied to her, then again, I went ahead and tried my luck. The mistake I did was, sending her an email from my real email id with my real name. She.