"Yes. That was Mr. Gamal's take." But why?" My wife demanded."I wanted to do it myself."My wife gave a dismissive look as she shouted, "That's a stup...d male egotalking. Why would you throw that thing around? You should have thrownit out. You're better than that!" I'm sorry. I just thought it was expected of me." It probably is, but you have to beat expectations. I expect betterfrom you than being than acting like a man." I can't help being a man...." You're not a man," my wife retorted. Lisa comes back from the bathroom, sits near me and hands me my beer."Did I miss anything??" Just Jenny getting Steve's hand print on her ass," I replied in between drinks."Left foot Blue!" is Jenny's next instruction, as I look over at her n Steve, he's got his hand under her shirt, fumbling with her bra.Now as I see it, this game is gonna get interesting fast, Tammy has her back to Vic & He's in no position to fall no matter what."Right hand Yellow" Jenny yells as she's squirming to keep. An older woman… She’s married, has kids, but lives in Aurangabad by herself while she finishes her degree… Her husband is a real jerk, doesn’t trust her, and always thinks she’s screwing around, which she isn’t… Anyway… Since he’s so suspicious, she’s been thinking about hooking up with someone… I mean… She hasn’t had sex for almost 3 years… Even when her husband comes, it’s always with the kids… Or she doesn’t feel like it… ANYWAY…” She droned on and on… This woman could talk for hours and not. She stopped and looked over at me. “Are you serious about the wine?” “Sure,” I responded. “Well, if you bring over a bottle,” Betty responded, “I will be glad to share my pot roast.” “Sure. Give me a few,” I responded. “Make it ten,” Betty responded. “I need to get out of this work outfit.” Betty disappeared into her house and I did the same. I have to admit, I was extremely nervous. The thoughts of being alone in Betty’s house made me nervous. I grabbed a bottle of red wine and headed next.