Well, you know!" Shelly blushed, looked away, smiled and said, "young man I am 54 years old and old enough to be your mother!" Again, I smiled and... said, "Shelly, I already told you I was a mother fucker, just not my own mother!" She smiled, was red faced and did not know what to say. I was close enough to kiss her and could tell she was nervous and actually wanted to be kissed. But I instead turned opened my saddle bags, grabbed my swim trunks and said, "lets go swim!" We did. I was. I am into business. We were in a relationship for 2 years. We used to do sex chat and text very often. I had tried convincing her to stay over my place for a long time but we did not get the right chance.One fine day, she had her training assigned. And somehow, I convinced her to stay together. We booked a room in Ooty.So on the decided day, I went to pick her up. Oh man, she was dressed very sexily and looking as if to get banged! Her dressing itself was making me lose control. She got in my. Those were great days. I felt so young and innocent then. Now I feel like a criminal in my own home. My parents don’t even know me like they think. “Hey, good lookin’!” I whirl around to see Josh stepping up onto the sidewalk behind me. “Hey, Josh. How you been?” I ask casually. His eyes meet mine and automatically we lean in for a kiss. But it’s brief in case Dad is watching. He’d be pissed if it was a long kiss. “Who were you with?” he asks. Instantly I feel defensive. Did he see me with. This is her husband.”I was transferred twice before I reached a nurse who called her to the phone.“Jess, it’s me,” I said.“Yes?” she said flatly.I suppressed a sigh, “I had a near-syncopal episode. Al Barton asked me to come in for an EEG on Monday. I thought you should know.”There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.“Let me know the results, please,” she said. “I’m in the middle of something and need to go.”That sounded like a line, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue with.