" "Oh. Like your infatuation with Angelina. A passing phase..." So you knew about Angelina and me. Why haven't you say something about it?" I think w...at you really mean to ask is why I haven't objected to your sexual relation with a much older woman. Well, the answer is that I saw nothing wrong with you having sex with Angelina. At the time you were already an adult and I knew Angelina is a good woman." Mom, would you have sex with a man almost half your age?" I am happily married. So far I. More I observed... more I became firm in my belief that my gut feeling was right.Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. I stopped her."Don't go now. I want to talk to you."She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out. She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel."Come here." I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She sat silently looking at me with curiosity. I. I knew that meant that I was to be groomed, nude and wearing only my color. I arrived a bit early and got the glasses, trays, etc., ready. At 9:15, the first guest arrived. I greeted and welcomed them inside. It was a couple. He was tall and professional looking, and she was very pretty, sexy really. I offered them champagne, but she reached for my hanging balls as she leaned in to give me a peek on the cheek and whispered in my ear.“I had the pleasure of seeing your whore-wife” she whispered. She knew it was a sin but it was the only way she could retain her sanity not wanting to spend her life looking a mirror image of the infidel tormenters that had taken her innocence and her virginity without her permission.She managed to make her way to the port at Constantinople and start the long journey home hoping to shed her mind from the feelings of guilt at allowing herself to be used in such a manner by the enemies of God.It was easy for her to keep her cowl and her clothing closely.