He was embarrassed to ask but she was the most beautifulwoman that he had ever seen and it had been a while. She informed himthat she would be happy t...o, show him a world of exotic pleasures butthat he would have to wish for it, another of her "rules". He decidedagainst it given the "consequences" of a bad flip though he was certainthat his resolve would eventually falter at this rate. He went to bedfor the first time in months looking forward to tomorrow.He went into work the next day for the. He started to say "I am sorry," but even that wouldn't come out. His dry mouth and his fear cracked his voice, and he just croaked out "I'm sorry." "What do you mean sorry'" she said. "Sorry you were caught, sorry you were wearing my things, sorry you do this?" "Why." She looked at him, and wanted an answer. But he couldn't answer. He couldn't explain, he couldn't tell her what he was doing or why. She waited, and he didn't speak. With each passing second, her anger grew. She wanted. She opened the and welcome me inside. I went and sat on the couch in the room she sat opposite to me on the bed. It was very cozy and I don’t want to hurry. We were seeing each other for 2 minutes. Then in her sweet voice, she told, “For what you are waiting?”I told her that I was mesmerized by her beauty. She blushed and told me to start.She was wearing a white saree with a pink blouse. I went next to her and started kissing her lips, her lipstick color was on my lips by now. She suddenly. With all thevictory parades, I wondered, when were we going to winthe war? Then I was swept along to Aunt Veronica’sunder-heated and under-lit mansion to knit socks withMother and all the ladies for the men at the front fortwo interminable chilly and joyless days. Anyone underthe age of about sixty (which included Mother and me,but not Aunt Veronica) was expected to be seen and notheard. Before we got home, I felt like I was going todie of claustrophobia, annoyance, and pent-up.