Preeti: Don’t be silly, dear! How can I let a pretty girl like you walk out on such a hot afternoon? Take a break, have tea with me, and leave in th... early evening.Preeti’s hospitality was so sincere that I couldn’t have disappointed her by leaving. She made arrangements for my lunch and then we both sat in the guest room having a wonderful chat.While we were gossiping, her husband came inside and reminded her of their visit to the neighbour. Preeti told her husband to give her a few minutes. " Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing him by not coming out, as well as killing yourself."Something about the way Stacey spoke upset me. Anger erupted, and I said, "Bitch!"Without a pause, she responded, "Hell, yeah! I'm a fucking bitch whoremonger.. A beam of pure white light shot from his hand and bracer and shattered a large stained-glass window that flickered with blues, reds, yellows, blacks, and greens. In the same moment the glass exploded in a brutal cascade of jagged shards, Richard's mind cleared and he gained control of his emotions once more. Lillin and Aura didn't seem to notice the sudden shift in his body language though, as Richard suddenly found himself being lifted from the ground as two long purple ropes of arcane magic. He was a nice- looking guy, and like myself, he was only wearing swim trunks and flip-flop sandals. He had a big smile on his face as I got within a few feet of his tent. That's when he blew my mind!With no, "Please excuse me", or preliminary set up of any kind, this total stranger asked me out of the clear blue, "Would you like to fuck my wife?" I had no idea what to say to him, or even if he was serious with his question. I suppose I was stammering as I tried to figure out what was going on,.