One fine day I and Priya were in the town and Priya parents had decided to visit their relatives house and they wanted my mother to take care of her, ...for which my mother said ” we were traveling to Hyd for attending a marriage , if you are fine we will take Priya with us”. As our families became close , eventually they agreed.That was the time when I started talking to her and she was damn sexy and pretty and cool.. She used to move freely in our house and I never spoke a single word with her,. ..the winner.And so, two years went by. Joseph was now walking and running andgetting into mischief. The age called, "The terrible twos." Helearned to say the word "No." and it was a difficult time to be aparent. Norman was involved in taking care of him, teaching him, andspent some time each day with his women's circle of friends. He didn'trealize it but his only conversations were women's talk. He long agohad no time to watch sports on TV, to know who won the game, or to evenhave any. ’ I announced. ‘Oh yeah, goodnight.’ she replied. For some reason I got the idea she was a little bit preoccupied. I slept surprisingly well, the joy of what I had just done, almost made up for the betrayal and now inevitable divorce. I awoke before the alarm, a good half hour early. I got up and headed downstairs, turning on John’s PC before I made my morning coffee. The keylogger told me that she had logged into her seedymail account and sent an E-mail. You fucking cocksucking sack of shit.. ‘Yes, she is free,’ came the reply eventually. ‘Do you know the fee? It’s £1500 per evening paid up front. Anything extra is a negotiation between you and the girl on the night. Are there any particular requests?’ Angie didn’t know what to think, her head was in a whirl. ‘Like, how she’s dressed,’ eventually came an impatient response to her silence. ‘Oh, oh yes of course,’ stuttered Angie, ‘well, she needs to be smartly dressed for dinner at the Dorchester, a simple cocktail dress or smart.