"What a prick!" said Danny, his voice tight with anger."I might need to impose on you a little longer," said Claire."No problem!" said Danny."Could yo... save anything?" Cindy looked up, sorrow in her eyes."Nothing," said Claire. "Not even..." She trailed off, thinking about the fragmented sex toy in her purse."What?" Remember that gag gift I told you about?" she said, hoping Cindy would get it.Her friend's eyes widened."Yes." He cut it into four pieces. They're in my purse." Oh ... my ... God,". So this year when her birthday rolled around, instead of buying her something that would just end up on a shelf, or in a box that I'd have to move later, I got her a gift-certificate for a massage. I didn't know it at the time, but that decision would change our lives forever.Before I get into our story, I'll introduce us. My name is Danny. I'm six feet tall, and tip the scales at about 180 pounds. I have short, dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes. I'm in pretty good shape, but like most men in. The train was about to leave the station when a guy in his 40’s entered our compartment. He was probably 6’ tall and had a big mustache above his lips and a very clean face. He looked at my beautiful wife. Kavita didn’t notice him. She was searching for something in her purse.Now to tell you about Kavita, she was 23 years old then. She stood 5’4” tall. Kavita had decent 34 sized boobs, but her ass was the attraction point. Kavita wore a comfortable Patiala salwar below with a front slit kurti. It seemed as though most of the office's activity involved vacation rentals. They did have a winery for several million dollars, but Rob was certainly not a customer for that. When he enquired about river side property they looked at him blankly. We took several pages of listings and another local map, but it was clear that "No Sale" had been rung up.We drove to Mary's the "short way," and Rob asked about the boat, the oars and the fishing gear. "Everything's in the shed" was the response. None.