. then, like she would always do, she feigned feeling bad and apologized."I'm sorry," she said in her baby-talk voice, she gently rubbed his thigh and...kissed his cheek," I just had a bad day, hon."He had been through the ringer so many times... he was unfazed as he thought to himself "bad day, huh? you ain't seen nothing yet!"But, alas, as usual at the club she paid enough attention to him and danced with him enough to keep him obedient, his idea to plan revenge was placed on back burner as the. As you know I was married without my interest. That’s why I started ignoring my so called wife priya. Now enjoy the next part.In evening I left for home and purchased gift for priya. I reached home and priya was ready for night. She was wearing a short sleeveless patiala kurti with a matching patiala salwar with light make up and matching heels. I had first time seen her in this type of dress instead of her regular saree. She was looking gorgeous. Her kurti was tightly hugging her body and her. What a loser.The OC fair was clogging up the freeways, so I took the back roads. Courtney took out a cigarette but had left her lighter at my house. Her crankiness escalated to new levels. Not only did she want condoms, but now she demanded food, booze, and a lighter. I told her not to worry; I’d find her a liquor store.After passing Newport Golf Course, the same golf course that started this crazy chain of events, I made a right toward the 55-freeway into a neighborhood. Courtney freaked out.. The contract stipulated my presence. So I had a little over a couple weeks window to stay on the Mainland if needed to figure out the situation with Linda. Hating flying across the Pacific, I preferred at least two weeks separating departure and return."You're right, Sandy. It doesn't. How could she not wake up when some asshole slits the guy's throat right next to her?" Why wasn't she killed? And if the murderer used some knock out drug, how come she woke up while the guy still bled out?" I.