Giddy, I stumbled backward into waiting arms. Strong and muscular, they wrapped around me, held me tight, made me feel safe in this storm of sensation.... Then the hands began to stroke. Not the strong hands that held me, new hands, new hands that roamed. New hands that pawed at my top, tugging the fabric up and off and my bra quickly followed. I couldn't refuse, the heat on my bare flesh had erupted into a fire between my legs. My eyes were closed, I couldn't have seen who the hands belonged to,. Amita was a very happy girl. a smile always used to be on her lips. All in all a great gal. I was instantly attracted to her, we exchanged formal Hi hello, then started talking at lunch, then exchanged emails, started chatting. It was great, she used to sit behind me in her cubicle, and we used to chat. Once she was humming a song, “Nazare hum kya dekhein”. I immediately said, its from Kabhi Kabhi, a very nice movie. She said,, no its from Silsila. And we had a bet. I casually asked her, what. --Work occupied the rest of Sunday. I avoided Matthew in my office but kept tabs on his whereabouts, too. I would panic that he had left me if I didn't hear him walking around downstairs, or clinking dishes in the kitchen every once in a while. My dread of abandonment didn't fade, either. Matthew remained grounded that Monday but I had to work. I accomplished nothing. I could only think how unmoored Matthew and I were and how he had all day to pack, to call his lawyer, to leave. Worse than. He watched as Ana approached him and he stood up. My wife kissed him in the lips as he fondled her butt.Then I realized this guy was black…I stood watching them from a short distance away.Ana smiled and she turned around looking at me. Then I approached them and she introduced me to his new friend…I watched as my wife slid into the booth next to Alfred as the waitress walked over and took our order for drinks.Ana started talking with the black guy, her new friend and client. The waitress.