He was not willing to go but our economical situation was not very good and in order to support his family he had to go. As I already told you that we...were living together, we have two portions in our house, upper one is where my brother and his wife use to live and we have our rooms down stairs. My Bhabhi (wife of my brother) is very beautiful, cheerful and nice lady, she was very frank with me and use to spend time with me chatting, or watching movies sometimes and all that, it was quite. They were not happy when Samantha’s elderly grandmother left the house to her. After all she was an ex drug addict, an ex stripper, and an ex hooker. In their minds she was ‘poor white trash,’ just something that had crawled up out of the gutter.Little did know what really took place behind closed doors. My wife was frigid and absolutely hated sex in any form. If she was drunk as a skunk she tolerated it, but just barely. We got married thinking that things would change but they didn’t. I was. I walked straight up to her and said "Hello. are you a fresher?". "Yes", she replied and smiled. It was on. She was a gorgeous Indian girl called Anita, a little chubby but mainly on her ass and breasts, just how I liked it. The months of take away meals and frozen pizzas, were yet to come and she actually still had a nice shape. She had hoop earrings, great eyes and a beautiful smile. We talked a little, I was feeling nonchalant, which really helped, so I said "Okay it was nice talking to you. But I'm sick of not touching peopleand not being able to be sad or say I don't want to kill mice or talkabout the pretty photograph I took or...anything. And I think - I know -if I looked tougher, I could actually be softer, maybe. Or rather showhow soft I am more. Remember that guy I almost ran into at the rest area?Nobody would rag on him for picking up a kitten or something, but theysure would on me! "But here I am. Didn't really get here by myself; didn't really ask to bewho I am, and I.