I may have broken down if I had.That night I sat in the dark in my temporary office and I wrote the following poem. I’ve called it “From one to fo...r for nought.” The one is me. The four is Sue, our two kids and me. Like glassy lake when I not knowSmall problems just like ripples goAnd hopes and dreams build up and flowEmotions drift for I not knowThat mighty tide was soon to flow Then bursting forward a mighty rushDestroying dreams with one great flushIt burst its banks and crashed on. Me uske niche leti thi or vo mere upar apne hath ke bal letke mere chut faade jaa rha tha.Uske har ek jhatke ke sath meri aaaah nikalti. Mere hath uske baalo ko pakde hue the or meri kamar uske jhatko ka sath de rhi thi. Me bhi apni kamar upar niche karne lagi. Thodi der baad vo ruk gya or apna lund bahar nikal liye or let ke bola chuso isse. Mujhe pehle to thoda ajeeb laga par baad me maje leke chusne lagi. Uske kaale lund ki khaal hat chuki thi or mere thuk or paani se uska topa chamak rha. She had no curves on her body. She followed me in. Read the same script. I took her resume and walked her out. An hour passed before I got three women who came in at the same time. There were all fake skinny blondes from the valley. They were going to community college for acting. They read there lines great. They had great resumes. But I was not attracted to them. I thanked them and walked them out. A few minutes later an older lady showed up. She was in her mid sixties. She was very nice, but. I asked her how our sex compared to what she had with her husband. Her report was that he cared little for her pleasure, unlike me. His penis was about the same size but mine was more “eager.” She meant firmer and aroused more easily. He would not do oral sex and she took to it like candy.He did comment that she seemed in better spirits which she explained by saying she’d made friends in the apartment complex. There were some other Desi women that she visited with so he bought that.Since I.