"I'm sure it'll take longer than that." Yeah, I'm sure it's going to take a while for you to get over this too," she said."I'm not going to get over i...," I said. "I was talking about how long it's going to take for me to find a lawyer to start the divorce and get the papers ready."She started laughing at that. "You're not going to divorce me," she laughed. "You're hurt and angry and confused, but you still love me. And I have to admit that on thinking about it, I was wrong as hell and very. Now coming to the story, I live in a colony and she is present in my floor’s corridor most of the time so we used to steal looks at each other most of the time, once what happened was I was not wearing any undies, and as I was walking around the corner we collided and my dick got erect. We smiled and she noticed and she gave me a naughty look and that was it after a few days, on a Wednesday I decided to skip college that day I had no one had home, as I was watching TV in the drawing room and I. Amanda walked away, disgusted, dejected. She made her way towards the bar, blue stage lights bearing down on the black marble surface, Amanda’s reflection rather distorted, her eyes bugged out, egg shaped. ‘Whiskey sour,’ Amanda said, lightly tapping the bar as she pulled out a ten from her wallet, her financial windfall decreased by seven dollars and fifty sense. She thought of all the times that she had tried to kick. There was that one blissful moment, a moment of sobriety. Her apartment was. This woman though, apart from wearing virtually no make up, had long shiny dark hair about a third of the way drown her back and it was beautifully brushed. She was wearing a very pretty green and orange sari that looked of good quality. I must admit, though, that I know nothing about saris apart from the fact that they make Indian woman look very attractive a lot of the time. This one was one of the bare midriff variety and it showed off her nice flat stomach and her tight fitting short blouse.