She reflected on the last seven weeks. She'd gone from being a middle-school student and AA-level hockey player to being an officer, regularly being c...onsulted by an experienced Colonel. She'd become a restaurant owner, brothel keeper, school superintendent, and confidante to women decades older than herself. She was the commander of literally hundreds, having had accepted responsibility for more unassigned concubines than apparently anyone aside from the legendary David ap Rhys. She had. In the meantime she had 3-4 drinks and was looking a bit drunk. She started weeping and I thought this is the time I can get really close to her. She hold my hand and asked me to do her a favour and drop her home.I agreed instantly and we left the party around 11.30. She lives in a very posh colony of south Delhi. We reached her home around 12.15 and she invited me to come in. And this is what I was waiting for. We went in and she could not be able to even stand up properly. I took her inside.. I never tell him, of course, if I convulse, even though he wants to know. Why? As if I would give him any more encouragement! Bad enough as it is, or maybe, was. I'm not sure what's going to happen."I understand that being a wife entails some sacrifices. I have sex with him. Why it was just, what month is this? well, maybe not this year, but I'm sure it hasn't been more than 2 years. Three at the most. Is that any excuse for him rutting with her? For rolling on top of her and whooping and. I would make it clear to her that I had Shirley now, who I loved, and all I was offering was a platonic friendship. First though, before writing, I spoke with Shirley about my idea. I told her what I was hoping to accomplish, and I also told her this was something I wanted to do to help Brenda. I did want to help Brenda, but mostly, I wanted to help Mama and Uncle Bunny. They were both so anxious, and wanted so much, for the program to accomplish something positive for Brenda.Shirley listened.