.. something.“About what?” I ask. I should be the one apologizing. Staring is rude, after all. So is using someone as fap material without permiss...on while that someone is still in the room. Or so I'd assume. “Uhm... About interrupting...” she says, then bites her lip before she can say another word. Her eyes flick to mine, then down into the water in front of me, and dart away again quickly.Oh. So she did notice.... Alright. Well. Figures.I try to feel embarrassed about it, I really do. But. I could go on describing everything that horrible woman did to thatpoor guy using the tubes, but one more example will suffice. In oneoccasion she made him wear a tube which could have a whistle attachedto the opposite end. Then she fed him with aliments which produced lotsof bow gases, just to see him humiliated producing weird noises out ofthe ass all around.I entered in this story when he was wearing a 25.4mm tube and hadaccepted to be submitted to a hormone replacement therapy. I was. How did you know....what makes you think...I ..I ..was having sex with Rajesh?" she asked me in a trembling tone. "Well, you just look like and your body smell sex". Sharmila Aunty turned all shades of red and looked away from me not ablr to look at me. "Don't worry Aunty, don't be ashamed, it's perfectly natural for a woman to want and need sex, I know that your husband is not able to satisfy you properly and I understand". "You have seen me and your uncle in the bed, yes..he is very bad in. I'll try to say what I started that first time, weeks ago. I don't think this anymore, but I want to explain what I was thinking three years ago. I need for you to understand that I acted for a reason, good or bad, and I wasn't ... capricious when I said I wanted out."We always had a good connection. Not everything went our way; we certainly had our share of arguments, fights even. But we never lost our tempers and we were always moving in the same direction. We always, it seemed, had such a.