..”“What look?”She changed the tenor of the conversation by getting off her end of the sofa and invading mine. “That look that says sometimes ...e don’t need to be talking about boat trips. Guilty?”“A little.”Her hand searched. Squeezed. Giggle. “A lot.”“Well, you’re sitting there looking all competent and delicious...”“We’re newlyweds. This is allowed.”“Come on, then, nut,” I laughed as stood and took her hand, bedroom-bound.I cupped her head in my hands, guiding my lips to hers. The kiss ended. I told him I was from Delhi.Soon a women in mid thirties entered the room.I saw her and said Namaste she too responded with a mild grin.Uncle told me that she was his daughter-In-law Devika.She was beautiful as a young healthy boy I had sensation in my loins I was getting hard.She said in Telugu something.I didn’t understand a word.she laughed and repeated in English”You have shifted in the adjacent flat”.I nodded my head. Let me describe her she was light skinned with large mounds and ass with. Anyway, coming back to my helping Ron – we moved the wardrobe and Ron asked if I wanted a beer of a coffee, I elected the beer. Linda was out at a friends for the day so Ron asked if I wanted to stay a while, I agreed.The conversation was fairly usual but he was good to talk to. Eventually Ron got round to asking if I had a girlfriend, I said no as I didn't at the time. Truth was I had a male friend at Uni and we occasionally had sex together, we were both top/bottom, but more often he topped. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.Can you can a can as a canner can can a can.I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.They can see me writing in my journal and I’m getting approving smiles for doing that. Later on, I’ll probably get in trouble for writing nonsense. Not bad trouble, just frowns and scowls and gentle directions to “do the right thing.” These people don’t shout at you like normal people but they all have a wicked scowl. And have you got any idea how awful.