“My wife, stark naked, and you with your eyeballs glued to her bare ass all the way up the staircase,” he roared. “And you have the nerve to say...you were talking about the view from up here!” Greg could see that Murray was getting red in the face and he wondered if he had the speed to make it through the door before this gorilla of a man caught him and snapped him in half. “Murray! Behave yourself! Offer our guest a drink.” It was Cynthia coming back into the living room just in time. She had. It's quite nice and more than half again as large as the one I had here in town. I've lived there pretty much since you married my Dad."Moving so far away was one of the contributing factors keeping us from meeting. I really didn't know how devious she was until I realized it was also so I could not develop a relationship with my Dad."Also, I'm an HR Consultant. Where I live is inconsequential. All I need is a computer but sometimes I have to travel, almost at a moments notice. Often, HR issues. "It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our beers and just talk. Most of the conversation is work related, discussing how the job went, what remains to be done when we get back to the office, etc. When the beers are finished I take your face in my hands and just look at you. Your hazel eyes, your blonde hair, your smiling mouth. I'm so lucky to have you. We start kissing and making out like. My brothers had seen me naked many times, when my Dad used to spank me on buttocks, so I also did not really bother.After five minutes, it was no longer fun. The torrential rain kept lashing like a whip and we ran to the shelter of a small store room. I pulled my shirt away from skin in a vain attempt to conceal my nakedness.“OK, Deb, give me keys. We will go down” Nandu asked me. I was shocked.“But you came last. You must have the keys” I exclaimed. He clutched brow.“Ohh, it was in my hand. I.