She gave me a sweet, casual smile and made herself sit on the three-seated couch right beside mine.Shobha: So, what are you watching?Me: Nothing parti...ular, just tuning the channels. Do you want to watch something?Shobha: No! I don’t watch TV a lot.Me: So what do you do all day after Rakesh goes to work?Shobha smirked and said: Just chill out, sometimes my friends show up, chatting, phone calls, or sometimes I go out.Me: Oh! So I guess. Coz of me, you stayed back today or else you too have gone. I never felt judged or “dirty” (there’s a word from my Mother!).What I felt was free.I told Jim how much I loved the strong hands of a masseuse on my ass, and how I would sometimes get wet just thinking about those hands being so close to penetrating me. Thus began our massage fantasies.I would begin with a simple thought, and Jim would turn it into an erotic masterpiece.Jim had a gift for creating stimulating, detailed fantasies. His descriptions were so rich that he would take our minds. I was about to leave for an official trip to Wayanad. When she got to know about it she was happy. Many of my colleagues were getting there spouses there too as it was a work and relax kind of trip. I suggested her if she can join me. With a bit of reluctance she finally agreed to join me. I was bit confused coz I had never seen her & yet I was taking her on a official trip as my spouse. She told her hubby that she is going on a trip with her friends. Since Deven was very busy with his work he. ‘Hello?’ Her voice trembled as she answered the phone not knowing what to expect. ‘Monet Parrott, there- is a -special gift- under your bed. ‘ The voice on the phone sounded automated and there was an abrupt click from the other end of the line ending the phone call. ‘That was strange.’ She commented before sitting back down at the kitchen table and finishing her breakfast. She’d forgotten all about the strange calls in moments as she cleaned her dishes and made her way to her study to complete.