’‘Oh! You naughty man! But you shall do whatever you like, only I will have this dear prick to be the first to enter my cunt. I can tell you it ha... been a severe trial not to have done so long ago, but I reserved that enjoyment for that ungrateful creature, and now I am as equally determined that he shall not be the first to have me. So, come along, I am longing to engulf this charming fellow within the folds of a cunt that has long thirsted for him.’You may easily credit me, when I say I was. For decades the home front had followed a line of 'toleration' it was as if two people were travelling in the same direction but on different tracks. There was no doubt her husband did what most husbands did and she could not fault him in regards drinking or smoking but then on the other hand he wasn't 'religious' and this seemed to be the chasm that had virtually existed from the moment the words 'I do' were said. The marriage plodded along, each member doing their own thing till the 'shit hit. "I had done them like the ancient kings and queens, facing each other, hands touching, with their three kids standing in place of the Gods. It was pretty cool, but I was kind of done with the Egyptian phase. A US gallery had seen some of my paintings in a traveling exhibit of young artists and e-mailed me, asking if I had a collection I was willing to loan them for the summer. I was planning to pack most of the Egyptian stuff up and send it off as soon as I could. I wanted to talk Father into. We walked in silence for some time. Then unable to control myself I said, “What’s up? You don’t seem yourself today.”“Nothing”, came her reply.We continued to walk in the same silence. We came to a fork in the road. She took the right one; I was walking along in her wake.“You know Rahul don’t you”, she finally spoke.“Rahul… er… that guy who comes to our building at times. The one with curly hair”?“Yeah him”.“So what about him?”“Well we were in a relation.”“What you are not a virgin?”“Of course.