I don’t care to meet anyone, male or female. I don’t care if they are black or white, straight or gay. They’re all the same to me. Bad guys. Bad...girls. Crooks. Manipulators. Man-haters. Woman-haters. Racists. Anti-religious activists. Religious fundamentalists. Sex freaks. Radical feminists. Traditionalists. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation.. Anjali is slim gal and had flat back and front. But she had attractive eyes. She had thin pink lips. One day she texted me on face book and I relied her. There after we used to chat regularly. We get close exchanged mobile numbers etc.She was getting too close to me and sharing everything with me. Sometime our chat used to go little bit hotter. She told me that her marriage was fixed but she is disappointed. I asked why? She said that she have some wishes to complete before her marriage. She. She was probably twenty-five or so and I could imagine he was in his late forties. I saw it all the time at the golf course and the club and the beach and the bars. “What do you mean ‘affair after affair’?” “The maid likes to talk to me. She tells me what he does with the wife of his business partner, the wife of his attorney, and with his secretary.” I took this all in. “Why does the maid tell you these things?” “Because I pay her to. I have not had a single affair.” She stood up and turned. The routine (as I called it after the third day) began with Trevor laying in the sand, his mother straddling him and wetting his body by the simple procedure of pissing on him until he told her enough. Now I don’t know about you but stopping mid stream, be it on command or not I find difficult but as requested this lady did just that, stepping back as commanded. Being fully clothed in her sun dress the procedure had been fairly discrete, till then, but if that was to me bizarre, the next act.