." said Marigold. "We... that is... we'll have one soon... once we graduate. Bartholomew's going to be an electrical engineer. Then, we'll have a ring...and a big wedding." Oh," said Adam. "Where do you go to school?" Harvard," said Marigold. "My husband goes to MIT." Your fiancee," prompted Adam. "Bartholomew." Thule," said Marigold. "His friends call him Thule." So," asked Adam. "Are you and Thule in New York for long?"Marigold shook her head, "Just for the weekend. Then we have to get back to. He was a South India man in his mid forties. He must be around 5”8 in height and had a huge tummy and a solid body. He was black like charcoal and had grey eyes. He had big mustaches as well. He looked so scary that he could easily be offered to play in movies the mythological character of Raavan.Not just that, he was a strict teacher as well. For anything wrong, he used to slap students and punish them hard. Thankfully I had never been in his bad books. But this time, I was caged.He sat next. But I was afraid. All you men are alike."He laughed. "But I don't even know what to do with a girl." Well, I've just seen what you have down there, and once you get a girl into bed, you'll make her very happy indeed." Please, Mom, tell me what to do."If I was wet before, thinking about fucking my husband in front of the fireplace and of the possibility that he might be cheating on me, this conversation had me totally soaking. This had really gone far enough. I bent to kiss Ernie on the head, in. She tried to move her hand among my hair to feel the small swelling. Now she was back in my arms. I headed back to her lips. This time she replied the kiss. I felt the taste of her lipstick (bit artificial in those circumstances). I felt nearly satisfied with the kiss but wasn’t sure of the happenings & looked at her. She landed her head on my broad strong chest & was nearly hugging me. We stood there hugging each other in the unlit room, for a long time.I tried to move my hands along her back..