The sex was, well... there wasn't any. Why? It wasn't like I didn't ask, at least a few times. The answer I remember was that she had a husband, a big...house at the beach, and too much to lose if he busted her. The truth? What the fuck did I care? I was too drunk most nights even if she had said yes. I still had our grope sessions in the booth, and I even got to come some nights, if she was especially frisky before half my bottle was gone. On a really good night, she'd lick her fingers clean,. She tells you that she has seen the transvestite pornography on your computer; that she has found the signs of your wearing her clothes and the she has found your suitcase with your sissy maids’ uniforms and other women’s clothes and “kinky gear”. She knows that many of your our-of-town business trips had nothing to do with business. She goes to her cupboards and produces copies of your emails lining up meetings with black men and transvestites; professional mistresses and even your step. I kissed her armpits. She moaned like Mad.She told me that from the day she joined, she was waiting for me to fuck her.She told me that she wore flowers keeping in mind that one day, I would squeeze the juices from them and fuck her madly.She told me that whenever boss would not be there, her hands would purposely lift the pallu to show off her side-boob view.She told me that since the day her husband left her, she was dry of sex. He had given her a thunderous experience of a man’s dreaded. My situation demanded I do something. What I needed was ... Yes! A laptop computer and privacy! I think I knew where to find both of them. Now I was forced to tell Jack a little lie so he would grant me the required personal space...Flashback – Jack – At the hospitalI was worried about Masha. I knew she felt like she needed to be here with me. However, of all the places in Russia, this hospital might have been the least secure because the Chechens had a nasty habit of blowing the shit out of.