One day, Battuta saw Mark at the town mall. They said hello. Mark was looking at some shirts and asked Battuta, if he liked the shirt, he was looking ...o buy. Battuta nodded in agreement and Mark bought two shirts. Then Mark asked Battuta to join him at the food court for a burger and some soda and Battuta thought that was great. They both sat and talked as they took their burgers. Battuta could not help but stare at 6’ 2’’ tall Mark whereas Battuta was short in comparison; maybe around 5’ 7’’. That day he brought up the idea of kids once again which led to an argument that landed him in the local bar. One thing led to another and BAM! He’s in my bed in between my legs betraying his wife. Of course I felt bad the morning after. Then I thought ‘It’s okay, you’ll never see him again.’ Sure enough that turned out to be false in so many ways. But tonight here we were, hooking up one again. I never thought i’d think it but i’m actually disappointed to see our fling come to an end. It’s. .. I'm a grown woman, I can't..." Thank God for the tea. It was helping her stay calm."Can't allow your self to express the constant, urgent need for sex clawing at you -- the burning itch between your legs, the full, tingling breasts that yearn to be squeezed. You can't allow your husband or your daughters to see how horny you are all the time. You have to fight constantly not to throw your self down and use your fingers or a fourteen inch vibrator to satisfy, if only fleetingly, the. In anger i left that place and knowing no place to go just wandered around in anger. I reach krishna rao park, which is a famous gay park in ban galore (which i never knew till that day). I entered the park and sat on far deep bench in the park. As i was talking to myself in anger i saw few people moving around me, as it was dusk (a time when day and night meets) the park was almost dark. I noticed that few men passing by looked at me and slowed down and turned around several times. Just then.