I am an only son and have always lived in Pune with aunty ever since I was a 2 years old. For me aunty is more like a mother to me and I have grown up...with my cousin Prya who is also the same age as me. Although we have a large house, we three have always slept in the same bedroom with Prya sleeping one side and me the other side of aunty I never really paid more attention to aunty’s looks until 3 years ago when I had gone to bed tired but had woken up after hearing the shower. I just lay in. ’ ‘Don’t be desperate Kelly. Men can smell that a mile off.’ Frowning and stepping away she told him over her shoulder, ‘Is that all it takes?’ Laughing Jake patted the pockets of his jacket for his car keys and followed her out the office and down to the car park and his car. * The girl called Janice had made her way over to the embankment to look for her friends. Finding Hanny standing on a street begging she went up to her. ‘Janice!……so it’s true…..you were attacked….what happened?’ Standing. She would probably come back very late in the night.As Ana left, I poured a glass of Irish whisky and put on a porn movie…I was sure my slutty wife would spend several hours out from our room.And I was not wrong. At least three hours after midnight, I heard some giggling in the alleyway and the keys opening the door. I put on the lights and there was my sensual wife, entering in the company of three black males. Huge black males…Anita was smiling; but she looked a bit fuzzy. Her curly blonde. Did I say D’Arcy was obsessive about La Collins? She memorized entire passages of the diva’s dialog and echoed them as they played out on screen – and had that clipped, oh-so-precise British accent down cold. With their shared dark brunette hair, icy, mesmerizing gray eyes, accent and affected, haughty attitude, it was almost like watching the re-runs with the actress herself sitting next to me on the sofa, adding behind-the-scenes commentary.Then a vision popped into my mind; the haughty,.