, Bridget. There's nothing you can tell me that would be inappropriate. Don't even think that way."Then she got even more nervous."It's so stupid.," s...e said. "I'mso stupid. The person can't like me. It's ridiculous."I figured then that the person couldn't possibly be me. But I had to know. I stopped and turned to face her."Bridget, what is going on? Just tell me. You can tell me, whatever it is."She didn't say anything. She just looked off to the side and it seemed like she had tears forming. We were speechless. Following breakfast, she went on to tell us how miserable her sex life had been with Dad, how selfish he was, how inconsiderate of her needs, etc. on and on about how, between her overly conservative mother and her uncaring husband she had become convinced that sexual pleasure for a woman was a myth.Not really the discussion that I ever thought I would have with my mother, especially at breakfast sitting at a table with my brother and two men who were, until last night,. I immediately asked her for a video call. She agreed and called me. It was confirmed that I was really talking to the actual women and the picture was also her own. I noticed that she was quit elder to me.We continued to talk further and I came to the point directly. I asked her about her personal and sex life. She told me that she is a housewife and her age is 36. She lives in Nashik with her husband who is a businessman. Because of his business, he often had to travel across India.When he is. See if'n I hire me another con agin," the pudgy man yelled. "Yer all worthless. They aughta' put all yer sissy asses in'a room an let ya fu—"Wade didn't stick around to listen to the rest of the man's tirade. He'd heard the same thing before anyway. The bored redhead sitting in the dingy office figured out his hours, taking her time to write out a check, daring him to complain. Tossing it his direction, she picked up her nail file and turned her back to him.Check in hand, he walked out."God.