This went on for two years, and I was getting older and tired of being single. I proposed. She accepted. It was at that time I met her then 16 year ol... son.He was a girly-boy. He didn’t wear makeup or nail polish like some I had seen in Thailand, but he was a skinny little Nancy. I’m not against those kinds of people. I mean I’ve been around the world and seen a lot. I’m sort of live and let live, but I just had never expected having one in my life.Anyhow we got married and I continued working. She was glad it was still a bit dark, sweet sounds of birds cheered here but along with the birds there was a rhythmic sound coming from across the lawn where she noticed some one working on the bore well filling water in the metal pot in front of the tap. She squinted & realized it was ramesh, their care taker. Next to the bore well was a gate that opened in to a gentle slope leading to wards a fresh water stream about a 1000 meters below. Between the bore well & the bungalow there was a large. She had become a widow about the same time my sexual curiosity began to rise. This came about in the mid-sixties about the dawn of the age of free love. For a couple years at the encouragement of my folks, I made myself available to her for chores and helping out around her home on a farm. Sure enough one day while helping her out in the barn the two of us succumbed to sexual desire and we explored each other's body. This soon led to intimacy as told in in my stories about "The Twin." One day. After a while I made my excuses, saying that I had been in the process of taking a shower when he arrived and had only come out because I couldn't find the shampoo. Ramon told me where it was and I left the two on their own.While I washed and dried my hair, I had some time to reflect about what had happened. If I was serious about belonging to Ramon, to be his, unconditionally, then I couldn't possibly object to letting his friends look at my naked body.It was quite possible that Ramon was.