I was just starting to turn down the sheets when I heard the door of the en-suite open and my mother stepped into the room."Holy fuck!" I thought to m...self as I simply stared at her, my jaw dropping to the floor. She was wearing what I had chosen for her, and I gulped as looked at the incredibly gorgeous angel facing me. Angel was probably the wrong word, because in the outfit I had chosen for her, she looked more like one of the Devil's wicked little playmates. She had on a black leather boned. The hair between her legs was sparse,almost like a little girl even though I knew that shehad a 15 year old son.I reached into the drawer of the night stand beside thebed and pulled out the gentle cuffs. They are a softsort of hand cuffs held together with Velcro around thewrist and a plastic detachable snap in the middle. Mywife and I used them whenever the feeling for a littleS&M hit us. “Give me your hand,” I told her and sheheld them out and let me attach the cuffs. I stood up.I. .(sees a family photo on table) so that’s your husband…ummm ……. Mohit! Small happy family…nice!N: hmm…not all that glitters is gold…you know…A: No I don’t…see you don’t need to do this…N: (coming closer to Arnab on sofa) so you don’t care?A: its not that I care, its that, I am an outsider in your married life, of which I want no part to play inN: please Arnab, stop acting so formal with me…am your ex Gf of 6 yearsA: yes, ‘ex’ – ‘Gf’…currently you are wife of someone elseN: someone else who. The house was dark except for the glow of the tv in the livingroom and Kim sitting up watching it. Her sister asleep on the floor. "Bored?" I asked young girl? She smiled,flashed her braces at me, and stood up and followed me out to the yard for a cigarette. I was in a pair of jeans and a flanneljacket, and this little 75lb thing followed me out barefoot in a nightshirt. Standing on my feet and rubbing against me to keep warm. I gave her what i assume was her first drags of menthol cigarette,.