"I have an appetite for Aubrie a la mode!" He said with a devious smile on his face. Aubrie smiled and shook her head before settling into the seat. S...he turned on the music to some R&B station while Zaire pulled off into the streets. They both knew what time it was.“This is a nice apartment. I like the colors” Aubrie said as the two entered his place. She set her purse on the couch, than began to walk around the living room and hallway.“Thank you” He replied and hung her purse up. He wasn’t one. Even if he did take full responsibility, marrying someone like Janet could never be a viable option. Kunkel men only married from within their own social strata. He'd been indoctrinated with this concept for all of his life.Mike truly cared for Janet. In some ways, if he were absolutely pressed to give an honest answer, he'd have admitted to actually loving her. Love is all well and good, but it didn't give one license to enter into a marriage with someone so far beneath one's own station in. I am basically from Mysuru, currently working in Bangalore. Coming to the story, this happened on the night of the New Year at a homestay villa in Madikeri. The party was organized by my college friend Dinesh. Madikeri is a hill station with one of the highest rainfall recorded; it is also called Scotland of India and an unforgettable tourist destination in India.I reached the villa location at around 8 p.m. on the night of 31st December which is tranquil, serene, remote and detached from. He always just shrugged me off and told me not to worry because he was fine. So I kept quiet. Living at home was no problem, I came and went as I pleased and dad was working most of the time anyway.Then I made plans to spend the night at a friends. I was trying to convince her of the pleasures of lesbian love and that was my plan, to seduce her. I dressed sexily and paid special attention to my hair and make-up and I think I looked pretty good. "Hot date tonight?" my dad asked, I told him I.