She is wearing the same sexy outfits but her makeup changed a bit as I inspect her closely. Without even saying words, the machine cabin unloaded us o...n the same floor. Being drunk, I took the courage to speak to her. I said “Hi didi” She turned back and smile cheerfully. Then she said “Hi” that was the turning point of our passionate love-making story.We chatted for about 20 mins outside our rooms and from the time when our legs start hurting because standing; I finally invited her in my room.. They were in the lead bus.The buses were plush. The buses were roomy. Mr. Benton encouraged the kids to stay seated, but only enforced it if they started to get out of hand. The bus was full of excitement and frivolity.A lunch stop. A dinner stop. The hardest part was trying to herd the students back on the bus.There were other dating couples. Mr. Benton didn't mind if they became a little kissy. As long as they didn't get too heavy or too carried away, he let them interact. He had no incidents. All of it is part of the jungle. It always has been. There is nothing else and never will be. Its name is Raakshas: the monster. Hear the sound of its beating hard! The scream of the apes, the falling trees, the rushing mountain stream, the fire burning through the woods, the ubiquitous buzzing of insects and the wind whispering through the branches.Smell its seductive odor: The millions of flowers, the freshness of the sparkling waterfalls, the musky scent of mating animals or the smoking lava. Her vows to me, to us, meant nothing. My boss; saying “good job” while knowing he was going to fuck my wife later that day. My co-workers; backstabbing bastards! Even me; she loves me, do the right thing, work hard, make a life for her. All liars.Then it felt that time slowed down. Everything stood still. Sounds went away. I could see a leaf caught in midair as it fell from a tree; it just hung there. My life WAS a lie! There was no right or wrong, good or bad. I was free to do what I wanted.