" Abby nodded and turned back to the scenery. "But, I guess since we're involved, you've got a right to hear the story." It happened before we met so ...it's really none of my business," Abby replied. But I knew better; most people want to know as much about their partner as possible; except for me.I'm just conceited, or shallow, or self centered enough to believe that someone's past isn't important. This works for my few friends and even fewer people I really care about. The people I work for or. She told me she is married, but that her husband is crazy and mean and cruel, and she has refused to share a bed with him for many years. She told me she still had very healthy sexual appetites, and that she found outlets for her lust outside of her loveless marriage. She had had a series of lovers over the previous several years, but none of them had lasted very long. Her husband didn’t know about any of them, and she aimed to keep it that way. She said she was still searching, she wasn’t. The flesh of my finger followed the track to my discovery. There was a small sphere, no larger than a ball of lint on new clothes. Using my increasingly useful nail on my pinky, I caught the ball under my nail and picked at it, hoping to remove the plug, or button, or whatever it was. I plucked at it a few more times, but the plug didn’t come out.It seems the latex has won again, somehow I knew I wasn’t going get what I wanted, after all the other defeats, it was only natural that this would. I gave her the number. She got down an left.All of a sudden I realized that I have her number. I checked her DP on WhatsApp. In her WhatsApp profile picture, she was looking like Tammana Bhatia, the Indian film actress.After a lot of thoughts running thru my mind suddenly I sent a ‘Hi’ on her WhatsApp. She immediately started responding as if she was waiting for my message. We started chatting and started knowing each other.She was staying nearby with her husband. Her husband used to work for.