This morning he had signed into the same site after more than 4 years. He was looking for a specific blog. A specific woman who had invaded his dreams... A patient that couldn't know his identity until she was no longer his patient.She had confided in him that her diagnosis scared her and that her lack of a support system 'in the real world' was making this difficult, but that she had 'online' friends that she could count on for support, guidance, humor and venting. He could see the beautiful. Next day morning I got a call from new number I received but no one talking I disconnected and again I got a call from same number a that time she responded hi…. It was a lady’ s beautiful voice , I could not identify who was I asked who are you she told I am raji, I was shocked and asked who did you get my number she told your friend gave your number. I replied oh …… I asked whatsapp.She asked some books related to chartered accountant as I am also in the same line she knows about that, I told. Now coming to the incident, it happened exactly on a weekend, I was working in salem and had to move from places to places and when once I came to erode again for an official purpose, the plan was to stay there for a day and then wind up but as it was weekend I planned to enjoy it by getting paid sex from escorts that I already known of, as planned I called one of the pimp to get my reservation, we conversed for more than half an hour as we were good friends , the conversation came down like. Ellen was aware of their past, that they were all swingers and she felt a little out of place. Veronica sensed her uneasiness. To make her feel more comfortable, Veronica suggested they all go for a swim. Everyone dressed in a bathing suit. Everyone, that is, except for Mark. "There is nothing like skinny dipping at night," Mark said. "The cool night air. The comfortably tepid water. The total freedom!" Mark had turned the light on in the pool and was doing laps, while Ellen sat on the steps,.