I thought you would find me less attractive with short hair."I said "You have the face for any hairstyle or look, even bald." Would you mind if I were...?" She said."If you did that I would be your sex slave for a week, but I know you want to wait until marriage and I'll wait for you."She could see I was as hard as rock between my legs and she was starting to get wet there too.She shouted "Even up my hair to neck length, and I'll give your penis, or Lord of the Manor as you like to call him a. Everyone was busy… Then dance started. . . I went back to our table. Boss sought my consent to take Sudeshna for a dance. I gladly consented, winking at my wife. She smiled, and went to floor, following boss, while I also followed them and started casual dancing by myself, near them. Evening had by then aged into night, and night rapidly aging into a mood of welcoming the advent of a New Year (2012). . .I went to the DJ and asked him to run a slow waltz music, and he did it. As this slow waltz. I just forget.But the next morning I remember.I glance at my reflection when I wash my hands and see my swollen lips and everything I tried to suppress comes back like a rubber band. And it stings. I’m the woman who had to move to a huge city because she desperately wanted to be swallowed up. I’m the girl who ran away from her boyfriend who thought it was fun to use her as his stress relief. I’m the idiot who bailed exes out of jail, who ignored the depletion of her bank account, who always. ‘Well could you see my nipples clearly enough?’ I defiantly challenged them. ‘They look like large bullets that you’ve super-glued to your tits. Debs, we’re impressed that was some show.’ Richard replied.I did not hesitate I wanted to get this done before my alter ego abandoned me.‘I’ve had enough. I know what you really want, it’s the same all men want. I’m prepared to give it to you both, weekly, willingly and with all the skills and experience I have but I want my life back in return. I.