I began to notice that it seemed both Shanthi and I were on the verge of something, even though nothing had ever been spoken about how either of us fe...lt.I say I was naive about it becoming physical, I still didn’t see it coming though……….I was interested but she was married. Shanthi was very attractive, I have never liked little ole skinny chicks. There was a marriage party coming up that we would all be at. It was May of 2008 .I was dropped of at the party by one of my friends and he took my. I put on hooker red lipstick before exiting the car. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I used the key he had given me to enter his apartment. He wasn't in the living room like I thought so I quietly walked towards the bedroom. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Did I hear moaning? Sounds of sex? I tried reasoning with myself saying he was watching porn. I tiptoed towards his bedroom door. It was half open. I couldn't believe my eyes. My boyfriend fucking some girl like she was me.. We kept working, cleaning, and carrying trash outside. Finally, Bonnie announced that we had done enough for the day. I agreed and started to move to the door when she said that she could not send me home in that condition. I wasn't sure if she was refering to my dirty sweat stained body, or my raging hard on. Bonnie told me that I should get a shower before leaving. She directed me to their bathroom and I proceeded to get naked and climbed into the shower. This shower was amazing. It had. He was old enough to be her father."There you are, Sherry," he said, his voice deep and commanding. He nodded at me."Uncle Harry, have you met this remarkable young artist?" Sherry asked."I have not," Harry said.Dr. Harry Crane was not only Sherry's uncle, he was also an art critic who wrote a weekly column for the Arizona Republic & Gazette. What's more, he was also a professor of art history at Arizona State University. Sherry didn't tell me all this when she introduced him. As soon as I.