I suppose I had better begin the story.”***“Harry what would you like on your sandwich?” I asked.“I don’t care, just put on anything, I am r...ally hungry. Just make it thick. If you got strong mustard put it on the meat please.”I carefully sliced the white sourdough loaf, put on some butter and then placed six slices of ham followed by tomato, lettuce and a thick layer of hot English mustard on the other slice of bread. I removed a dill pickle from the jar and sliced it putting it on top of the. I pulled the cork out with my teeth and spat it out before taking a swig. It was some kind of whiskey. Smooth. Gretchen was going to be pissed.I sat down and took a deep drink. These last few days had been so confusing. It had to be because I was out of my element. In a strange place. I shouldn't be having all these feelings. That wasn't me, wasn't the hog-riding Hawk with an attitude. That thought reminded me painfully why I was here, though. I had been an idiot to even shelter the notion that. At least the girls with whom I have done say that.Madhu: That is wrong. I cannot cheat on my husband.Madhu shifts far from Sid. Sid smirks at her and unzips his pant and takes out his hard dick. Madhu looks at his dick and closes her eyes.Madhu: What are you doing? Keep that inside.Sid put on a porn film. Madhu heard the moaning, Sid relaxed back jerking his dick, watching the porn. Madhu opened her eye slightly and saw Sid jerking.Madhu: Get out of my house.Sid: Fine, I will get out but what. I have no idea what that means, but tell him you delivered it.” I instructed her.“I’m sorry it ends this way,” she admitted.“The important thing to process is that it’s over,” I said. “No matter what caused the split, it’s history now.” I was fighting against the urge to tell her to go fuck herself.“I will buy you out of the lease, so I never have to see you again,” I suggested. “But only if you come up with a reasonable price.” If she were smart she would recognize it for what it was. A way to.