But her phone was not reachable. Maybe battery dead. We came back to his hotel room around 2 in the morning and slept. The next day as soon as he woke...up he called his wife. She picked up after a few rings and she was crying.I also sat next to Sundar to know what happened. Looking at her eyes, it looks like she was crying for a few hours. Sundar tried to console her and asked what happened. Sundar put his hand across my shoulder and pressed my boobs.She got a bit furious and shouted, “If you. My wife picked a particularly awesome outfit one day. She had on a black jacket with a blue blouse, a thin patterned skirt that went to about her knees, nude colored nylons, and black riding boots that went to about mid-calf. I was almost late for work that day since I took every opportunity I could to run my hand up her exposed nylons. Our goodbye kiss was particularly long that day, I just couldn’t stop myself from rubbing her. And, in an odd coincidence, she wasn’t resisting or telling me to. She’d done it many times, and not just to me. It was just like a friendly kiss on the cheek in thanks between good friends, but my heart was pounding almost painfully hard against my chest as if trying to jump out. ‘I try,’ I managed to choke out as she climbed up into her truck. ‘So, um…’ I tried to recover quickly, ‘You doing anything Saturday?’ Maybe I could get her for a date for once! ‘I’m sorry, love, I’m going out with Dane.’ Motherfucker! ‘Oh… Are you guys like… an item?’ I asked. Mum gave me her address in case I got lonely (me?). Anyway I saw her every six months or so as I went through uni. She had the kettle on, as she'd promised, so we sat down in the living room with our cups (not mugs) of tea and a few biscuits (breakfast for me). "So how is your knee?" "After the op, it's fine. The important thing is for me to keep moving, keep exercising. But getting into the loft was just too much. That's why I called--well, and also because it has been ages." she smiled..