He was sound asleep. I could hear his breathing and see his chest slowly rising and falling. I hesitated. I could just leave and no harm done. Just s...ink back to my room and play it safe.I watched him sleeping and realised I had never seen his bare chest before. He always wore at least a t shirt and boxer shorts. He was a gentleman and he always dressed appropriately in my presence. Unlike me, I thought. In my panties and single like some slut. Putting it out there. Well, time to really put it. I am still lactating. I had a happy life my husband has a beautiful younger sister Aarti who is 21 and is about to get married in my home there are also my husbands parents and two servants one is old driver Rajesh who used to live outside with his family his wife died two years ago.I called him chachaji and the other one is Kalu Yadav he is a hard working fellow and lived with us. For the last few months my husband is so much busy with his work that we didn’t have any physical relationship.. So if a season is twenty five years, and your first contact with the brokers was twelve seasons ago, that makes ... three hundred years!?”She glanced up at the scholar who was waiting patiently, her eyes wide.“Scholar, how many seasons have you been alive?”The giant creature rumbled a reply, and Sleethe translated for her.“Scholar says doesn’t know. We don’t count that.”Just like Sleethe then, the scholar didn’t know its own age. The Krell really didn’t seem fond of time keeping. The timescales. Carmen’s hair was jet black and shoulder length. Her hair was naturally thick, wavy and fell around her face in an easy, homely style. Her face, while not classically beautiful, was pretty and sexy. Her eyes were deep blue and lively, her nose shapely but perhaps a tiny bit on the large size. Her mouth was full an inviting, today with subtle, dark red lipstick. She smiled readily, revealing carefully looked after teeth and a soft personality that was always welcoming, for friends and strangers.