You were still hungry. The last one was something else though. It was so much bigger than the others. So much stronger. I couldn't take it, I guess an...d it wiped me out."I took a deep breath and let it out slowly."Do you feel better now, Izzy?"She smiled sweetly at me and tears began to trickle down her pretty face, falling on my chest like fat little raindrops."I feel wonderful, little brother. Just wonderful." She leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, one hand stroking my cheek. I. " I can't help how he looks at me. But I do have to admit that it does excite me."We both started giggling. A knock at the door stopped our giggling. I said, "Come in."Elizabeth came in and after looking at us watching her, she said, "What?"I said, "We were just wondering where you've hidden Donald. Is that just your bustle back there?"Her face took on a look of complete indignation, and Martha and I both started giggling.She said, "That's a fine way to greet me in the morning. I should leave. Now I have permanently shifted to Mumbai I have an office at Andheri. I stay at Parel, with my beautiful wife Bela.Bela is 26 years old, and we got married one year ago. Ours was an arranged marriage. Bela is from village and belong to poor family. She grew up in a small town in Uttar Pradesh, and is quite conservative, quiet and very shy.In many ways, she is the traditional Indian wife. She is a housewife, spends most of her time in housework, knitting, watching Hindi soap operas, and listens. Guys at work had been hitting on me for years, but before it had all been kind of good-natured. Then it seemed that they were getting more insistent, almost like sharks that smelled blood in the water. When the paperboy knocked on the door to collect the hunger in his eyes told me that he would take me on the floor just inside the door if I gave him half a chance. What's worse is that I wanted to give all those guys, even the paperboy, what they wanted. I was tired of dildos, summer sausages.