I was just joking back there, about this morning and about you coping a feel.’ He trailed off. One minute he was sweet and the next sour. He was cut...e — and I had seen him naked. I flicked my butt to the curb. ‘Ready to go back in?’ I didn’t wait for his answer to my question as I strode to the door. I heard and felt his steps as he caught up behind me and reach his arm in front of me to open the door. His knee bumped the back of my leg and his arm was brushing against my ribs as he held the. We had a delicious home-made dinner of noodles and dumplings. I watched Nguyet at dinner. She was really lovely, though she wore modest clothing – a sweater and slacks that suggested a fit body and tight ass underneath. I felt what I believed I was intended to feel – total married contentment – but no lust or excitement. I said goodnight to the c***dren and sat in what was apparently my chair in the main room. Nguyet was attentive to me, as if she had been my wife for many years. At 10. She said the guy is her college friend and he proposed her. That day she sounded so happy as if she was in seven heaven. After that whenever we talk it was always him that we talked about. Initially I was very happy for her but now these talk doesn’t interest me anymore. Moreover I feel very irritated when she talk about him. But one thing I never understood was that she still use to talk to me for hours. We continued talking to each other like that for another year and then suddenly I have to. And then I wanted to say it again even louder. I wanted to scream. I was free. I was finally free. I didn’t even know what it was that had kept me down all that time, but it had disappeared and now I could fly.‘It’s time to get her upstairs I think.’ The goth girl said.Her husband nodded.‘Sweety.’ The goth girl talked to me in a belittling voice. ‘You’re getting a bit loud. Let’s say we go back to our room, then we can drink from the minibar and you’re free to talk as loudly as you.