My wife is Vaishali is 30 years old, a bit dark and also an average looking lady. I was born and bought up in the city of Bhubaneswar, graduated and e...tered into family business.Being in a big city, I was exposed to sex during college days. My friends used to share porn magazines and erotic sex stories. On the other hand, my wife comes from a remote village of Orissa close to Bartoli. She is a bit reserved, she has studied till 12th standard and is very traditional. She has never disobeyed me. OK. But what about your parents?" They'll adjust," she giggled. "Just leave your clothes there, you can get them later. It's not like you live far." Right," I laughed. We did put socks and shoes on, then went down her stairs completely naked. We walked into her kitchen and found both her parents and her sister."Hi, folks," Cassie said nonchalantly. Poor Tanya. She was taking a sip of orange juice when we walked in and she practically choked on it. "You guys are... are... well, you're... , " she. * Every once in a while I don’t know who I am. Self-doubt creeps in, seeps in the cracks of the person I have built myself into. It erodes those beliefs that are the foundation of who I am. Yes, I am good. Yes, I am yours. Yes, yes, yes. But, maybe I am too easy. Maybe I should be like all those other women out there, striving and straining to be as good as a man, not needing anyone. Do I give myself of free will? Or is it because I’m not good enough to stand on my own? I hate myself for these. ’ Dylan, Ted, and Rob. Their names made her mouth swell up with a tangy bitterness. Did they call themselves her friends, then, when they called? And did they smother their laughter when they did it? They couldn’t use that word, not even in the loose terminology of ‘acquaintance’, she simply didn’t know them well enough. The only time she saw them was when they came to the apartment to study with Hannah. Even there, maybe because they were there, they scared her. They weren’t men, they were.