Can she take what her husband’s bosses have in store for her? Lets find out…Chapter 1The taxi took a ninety degrees turn to enter into the busy st...eets of the city. It was slowly heading towards the city exit. Pritam looked towards his wife, Arpita, she was gazing at the various people outside. Her hand was placed on the vacant area of the seat beside her. Pritam gently placed his hand on her hand and squeezed it softly. Arpita turned to look back at her husband and then tried to manufacture a. She smiled a lot and said a lot of nice things about my willingness to improve my guitar abilities. Actually, I think I’d learned more from her in the few months we’d been playing together than I had with the teacher that my grandmother hired.The two of us were sitting together on a bench while I was tuning my guitar’s new strings with the aid of the nearby keyboard.“Would you like to try my Martin?” she asked completely out of nowhere.“Your Martin? I didn’t think you allowed anyone to touch it. She said, “Do you think it will work?”I shrugged. “I don’t know but it’s all I could think of to get a response. We will just have to wait to see if it will work.”“As long as it doesn’t interrupt my evening. I have a first date with this dreamy guy and I won’t be happy if anything messes it up.”“I agree. I’m taking this beautiful girl out to eat and then to a concert. I’m worried enough because I want to impress her with what a nice guy I am. I want her to want to keep seeing me.” We laughed. On some dreary so-called S&M website a group once attacked me for pointing out that whipping had everything to do with sex…..and if not, said I, then they should all go and join the prison service or something. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of.