" Kelly said."So you're going back to him? Is that it Kelly...you're going back to John?" Eric asked."No...John would never take me back now after wha...t I've done." Kelly said."Then why are you leaving me?" Eric asked."I owe it to John...I owe it to him to realize the mistake I made and put it right as much as I can." Kelly said."Mistake...Kelly I was not a mistake." Eric said."Yes you were. John was going to propose to me...he showed me the ring. He was so angry that first time that I told him. “Is that similar to being a cuckold?”“Same thing but opposite sex,” he explained. “Why the smile? It is the truth you know.”“I don’t doubt it. It’s just that well... Alan has always wanted me to cuckold him.”Bradley burst out laughing. “Well, I never!”“What’s so funny?”He shook his head. “Cuckolding is my favourite pastime.”Dawn laughed. “Coincidence, hey?”“And have you?”“Cuckolded Alan?”Bradley nodded.She shook her head. “Not yet,” she answered. “It’s a case of meeting the right person.”He. I have been fluent in Hindi from my 10th STD… So i never had language problem anywhere. Coming to the main incident, during one of the journeys to my work site from my room, i happened to see this girl in the bus going to appear a test in the next town. She was looking pretty in white salwar, yellow kameez without dupatta. She was very fair, with lovable assets, sitting near window and enjoying the early morning scenic view out there. I asked her whether i could sit beside her for which she. No light crept in anywhere, and she'd been tied to the cot and could not move around.After being taken by the unknown forces, she'd been jolted on a jumpy ride in a heavy vehicle for miles before stopping. She'd been forced out, hands holding her tightly and walking her blindfolded for some distance before she was stopped, pushed onto the cot, and tied to it.They'd said nothing to her, speaking a language that might have been Italian. Tamara had nothing to go on, nothing she could do. Her.