So Friday has finally come and Margret has told me David should be coming any time today . I was going to take a day off but decided to go to work. I... was because Margret had asked me if David came before I got off work if she could play without me. What could I say ,I know if the table was turned she would tell me to go for it and enjoy. I never knew that Margret was such a sex fanatic until we got engaged ,even though I have known her my entire life. I never suspected her to be so. I’m quite tall for a Bengali girl, five feet six inches, and very white-skinned.Due to my natural genes, I have big brown eyes and thick dark hair that I’ve grown till mid-back. My mom never allowed me to style my hair (and lose its thickness). My thick Pantene hair is always in a bunt cut and combed to one side to flaunt my long neck.Since starting college, I’ve controlled my sugar cravings to maintain a narrow 25-inch waist. Although I do a lot of cycling in the gym, my hip is slightly. And I've got to pick up his slack,” complained Harold.”Oh please,” Jennifer snivelled. “I can make him do better, Harold. Please give us another chance.”“I'm prepared to do you favours, darling, as long as you're prepared to return them in kind,” he drawled in her ear.Jennifer felt her mouth go dry and her face flare-up in a bright red blush. Startled and embarrassed, she suddenly knew where this was going, yet still couldn’t comprehend it.”Harold, I can’t. I'm not like that. I’m a married. "You invited people to watch that?" That's different — people are supposed to be watching that. This is practice." Well... fair enough." Silence fell for a few minutes as she savoured the tea, and Marcus poured himself a cup. "So what happened last night?" she looked up, seeing Marcus tense up in the kitchen doorway. "I heard Shawna crying..." Nightmares." Does it happen often?" First time this week." He relaxed, thought it took Hope a few seconds to recognise it more as a sagging than a loss.