” She said. But he wouldn’t have it and was adamant. She finally agreed to model the saree for him.While Suresh sat on the sofa, counting seconds,...Savita was behind the closed doors of the room trying out the new chiffon saree. When she was done, she opened the door just enough to poke her head out and beckoned her son inside.Suresh didn’t needed to be said twice and shot up from the sofa and rushed into his mother’s room. Savita had turned around, showing him her back. She had draped the saree. She wanted, basically, to live a little. She then reminded me of how she had, quite early in our work meetings, explained her bisexual nature. The sex that we had enjoyed had also rekindled those feelings in her (oh, hello! I thought) and she needed freedom to act on them. (This was getting interesting and, I'll be honest, arousing too). In fact she had already taken that action over the last few weeks having become involved with a neighbour. She took another sip of her drink and then. I have to get ready for work now anyway.” He hung up the showerhead and turned towards the door, pausing to look back at her. “I just want you to know, I didn’t mean to cause any real offence.”She was aware this apology could still be part of his game, that he could be manipulating her emotions to salvage the situation and the thought made her afraid – but she was prepared to consider he was being completely genuine. She would proceed with caution.“Let’s talk about it tonight.”Sam offered a. She had mourned long enough. She reached over, and lay her hand on his thigh. His own hand left the steering wheel, and covered hers. He gave her left hand a gentle squeeze. She had taken her wedding ring off that morning, before they left Jasper. It was tucked safely into a pocket of her purse. He smiled at her. He had such plans for this evening. He had booked her into the hotel spa, for a day of pampering. A relaxing massage, a pedicure, a manicure, and her hair and makeup done. He had.