They drove to a motel. It was a lucky day for me all right, but not such a lucky one for Mike.My father had a basic philosophy that he instilled in us... kids as we were growing up. "Never get mad" he would say, "But always, always get even. And then if you can, get ahead."As angry as I was at finding out that my so-called 'loving husband' was a cheat I was not so mad as to forget my father's credo and I was already planning my revenge. Even being over thirty and having had three kids I didn't. Daari podugunaa naa madda meeda cheyi petti…cheera kappesi undi..tanaku naa madda ante enta ishtamo telisindi… City ki vachchaaka zip vesukunnaa….marusati roju -intikellaa. Evaroo leru. Tanokkate navvutoo nannu welcome cheppindi. Bed room loki vellaamu. Elaa antoo verri moham to choostunnaa..tanu konchem dooram lo koorchuni gattigaa oppiri teesukuntunnattu anipinchindi..tala ettaa…mohamantaa adolaa tension gaa undi…alaa choostoo pedaalu naa noti nindaa teesukunnaa…ame nannu allukupoyi premagaa. Reaching around almost subconsciously, his fingers slide out, lightly gliding around her breast. The blankets fall away unnoticed as the heat from the fire builds upon their bodies. Only the light air currents dare coolly kiss their skin, and then only briefly. His fingers track ever tighter circles eventual grazing across her nipples. Light gasps issue from her as she begins to realize the passion she knew was coming. His hands working in concert tease and rub at her breasts in a perfect dance. A slight smile crossed her lips and for the first time since Howard had sprung his traitorous news she felt that maybe, just maybe, she and David could survive this.Priority number one had to be a job, she thought, but as she scanned the jobs section of the paper the feelings of sexual desire surfaced once again. She felt her breathing quicken, her temperature begin to rise and the images from last night’s dream began crowding out her other thoughts. What is going on? she wondered, I haven’t.