I drained the water, rinsed myself off, got out of the shower and patted my body dry with a towel. The shower was just fabulous, and I could not get...the sight of Jessica fingering herself out of my mind. It was just too damn erotic to suddenly disappear but I managed to resist the urge as time was marching on. It took me a while to decide what to wear but in the end I chose a simple blue cotton summer dress which buttoned from top to bottom. It was quite short but it wasn’t slutty. I chose. It took me a while to put it together, but I now had a plan of action. Whether it worked or not, at this point I didn't care, because I now knew that what I had been doing, and what she had been doing was not working. What's that saying? The definition of insanity is trying the same thing that didn't work, over and over again thinking that it would work?I smiled, tossed my beer bottles in the recycling bin and decided to sleep in the guest bedroom. All part of the plan."Frank?" Linda had opened. “Of course I am, she gives me all the pleasure that I need and want, but what about ur pleasures? How do u take care of ur pleasure needs?”“I am a widow, and I have been a widow for 14 long years, Saheb. Who bothers about the pleasure needs of a widow? We live in a very conservative society dear.”“But u do have ur pleasure needs, don’t u? How about trying something now?”“But what if someone comes to know about it? Please don’t tell anyone anything about our present situation.”“Oh come on. Kingston replied, ‘And this… whoever it is that’s behind it… could become a disaster if any of the students get hold of…’ ‘Get hold of what??!!’ Lindi interrupted angrily. Mrs. Kingston sighed. She unlocked her desk drawer and pulled out a large brown envelope. ‘This arrived in the post this morning.’ Lindi cautiously took the envelope and opened it. It contained only two things – a brief note on a sheet of A4 paper, and a large glossy print of a photograph. A photograph of Lindi. A photograph.