I wanted to be punished, they didn’t even give me that. Officials knew the cost involved in incarcerating me, there was no point. They simply let me...go, the worst thing there was possible to do to me. So anger built inside, I began to see and be something I was not, something I could never be. Years pass, I live with no ability to speak, I live with no feeling in my legs, just a trace in my left leg. I can move the fingers of my left hand, and even lift my arm with effort. I have the keyboard,. The wine, the atmosphere, the earlier joint - it all had me feeling deliciously horny.When Elisabeth excused herself to use the ladies' room, Pierre wasted little time in leaning in to me and squeezing my leg under the table.‘When she gets back, we will both explain that we need to piss, okay?’ he explained.I nodded.‘And then you will go into the cubicle, I will follow. Understand?’I nodded a second time, whilst staring doe-eyed into Pierre’s bloodshot blue eyes. He looked ecstatically off his. They were a family of three, Uncle, Aunty and their daughter. When we reached there, uncle welcomed us and we went to their drawing room. Uncle’s name was Ashish who was around 50’s. After some time, a lady came and offered us water. Dad introduced me with the lady. She was Uncle’s wife. Her name was Madhu. I was first shocked to see her. She was 40 years old but was looking like 30. Her body stats were like 36-32-34. She was looking like a beautiful angel. She then prepared tea and we had tea. ‘Not much, I haven’t really thought that far ahead’ ‘well, it’s a surprise for you as I am coming over to India on Tuesday for a month and will be staying with you at your place unofficially. The silence on the phone was deafening. God i wonder what that is about and the rest of the two days i was consumed by the thoughts of what was to come. The last time we were together it was so wonderful but yet so full of excitement When Wednesday morning arrived i had it all worked out. I picked her up.