And, eight weeks before this (the start of our story), Rita had dropped the next bombshell. Oddly, though, this time, it didn’t seem to faze me. The...bad marriage wasn’t a result of the infidelity, she said. Rather, the infidelity was the result of a bad marriage. It wasn’t my fault, she explained. (WHY do women always say that?) She simply didn’t love me. She hadn’t loved me for a long, long time, now. She wanted out. And, like always, I stepped back a pace and judged my options. Fine.. My brother found one for me but it was in Pune the pay was good plus the office was close to my bro’s house. I immediately left for pune. Now my brother earned handsomely so he owned a flat and a car and he greeted me at the station and hugged me and although he had huggged me a lot of times and I felt strange, we drove off to his place. He helped me setup my room and prepared coffee and breakfast for me and this was a Saturday and I was supposed to join office on Monday. We rested the whole. . or is that Brittany now?" she said with a smirk.She crawled into bed next to me, and I instinctively pulled the sheetsabove my chest."What's the matter, girly girl? Are you scared of something?" she slylysaid."No!" I shout, my voice cracking upwards.She giggled at me. "I sure hope not. We're best friends, after all." I don't even know you!" I retort back in a now higher and perkier voice."It's not like we've totally known each other since the first grade oranything."I paused for a moment,. We talked while the bags were put in the trunk and the driver waited for us to get situated in the back before taking off. JFK usually is a congested area to drive through but it was late enough where the traffic wasn’t that bad. after asking about the trip and how the house was and did he see all our friends, I started to rub his leg and inching towards his dick, he was already getting hard, and like Santa I said not a word but went straight to work! I made quick business of his belt.