"Tell your employer I said thank you!"The man groaned. "Actually, don't leave quite yet. Apparently, you shareyour experiences with an older lover and... he actually believes you. Heleads his research group to reverse engineer the technology. You're justtoo smart for your own good. I'm sorry but you'll need to be a bimbo.There's no other way now."Penolope laughed. "How do you propose to turn me into a bimbo?" Well, do you remember how often you used to miss class because you gotsick? Almost like. I was really terrified now and if their family members come to know about this, then I am finished, I thought.Fathima knew what I was thinking and quickly said, “Don’t worry, Rajesh, I won’t let that happen. I explained what happened between us and what I found in you which I couldn’t find in her brother. As a lady herself, she understood and consoled me for having a lousy husband. But she asked me for an unusual request.”“What did she ask, Fathima,” I asked her to know what she demanded from. Tina and I went to her bedroom window, and looked out from her darkened room, and we saw our mother and Steve walking down the driveway, in the moonlight. They were holding hands, like two teenagers, and nobody would have imagined that just minutes ago, this handsome middle-aged couple had stoked each other into a critical mass of frenzied lust and desire, riding the mutual orgasms they had triggered to a deeply satisfying finality, in my mother’s bedroom, just metres away. Somehow, in. And, six months after that we were married. Talk about unbelievable turns of events. Oh yeah, and we had dated a bunch before that happy day. But, and you had to know it; I was a virgin on our wedding night. Just didn't want to leave anything out.Yeah, we made up during the tutorial thing, and being the gold plated, pussywhipped, wishful thinker that I was, I let her talk me into falling in love with her. Oh, and she assured me that she loved me to death, and that she wanted to spend the rest.