It was almost seven. Close enough. "Okay,Sissy. It's time. Let's go."He gratefully pulled himself away from his corner and turned around,trying to... stretch a few of his aching muscles as he did so. He stoppedand stared at her. She was fully dressed and standing still so he couldappreciate her. And appreciate her he did. From her hair down to herblack patent shoes. His gaze lingered the longest on her shoes... wow!He looked up into her face. She was a gorgeous woman, but this was. But she said none of this to him; she wouldn’t dare.She simply said, “I can fire her if you wish, but you will pay her for the month you promised her and write her a stellar letter of recommendation. However, it will take me some time to find a replacement and I could honestly use her help with the new filing system. Let me keep her on for the remainder of the month to help me. I will find you a biddable blonde bimbo and we can forget this little experiment of mine every happened. I’m sorry. I loved Arman coz I liked him and trusted him, what if he makes a laughing stock of me in front of his friends??, who were my only group of friends too. I couldn’t tolerate that, so I decided to quit the relation and be just friends.Exams were over, only Me, Zahid and Faiz cleared all papers. Arman flunked almost all, reason he was depressed over me, Neha flunked coz she had to manage her BF Sameer and fiancé Fardin both, Sameer flunked coz his priority was sports and timepass was Neha, never. So I rejected all this, and besides, I knew my wife would not be emotionally ready for it least it might endanger our marriage.But frantically and honestly I wanted her to mother children, by any means, although we’re otherwise a happy couple. I continued to think over it; and finally I concluded that I should first make or help my wife overcome all her inhibitions as well as taboos. So the first thing I did was that I started taking her on outings here and there, mostly on Sundays, so that.