.." I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up your..." Can you even imagine what it's like to only be able visit your own wife during the visiting hours of ...a psychiatric clinic? To only be able to see her from the other side of a glass wall and not be allowed to touch her because all that she cares about is sex? To know that she will never truly be your wife again, but just some women that is desperate to fuck you or anybody that she can get her hands on? Do you have any idea how that feels? And you. ‘No, wait Aida! That’s not what I meant! I mean it’s not like what you think…’ Greg was flustered, trying to find the right words to say to her so as not to hurt her feelings. He was waving his hands then cupped his mouth as no other words come out. ‘Don’t Greg. I understand. I know you like me as a friend…just a friend. I am sorry if I expected more,’ she said bitterly, looking at the floor sounding very sad. Greg tried again, ‘No, really Aida, that’s really not what I am trying to put across. We stood there for what seemed a very long time, when we heard a familiar voice."What a coincidence, girls. We never thought we would see you until dinner." Barbie came closer and saw how shaken we were."Girls, what happened?" Barbie placed a hand on both of us in a reassuring gesture.Ken came around the bend. Running to us, he asked what had happened. As Beth and I regained our composure, we told him. Ken placed his hands on our shoulders as they reassured us that we were safe now."Girls, are. About me I am 5’ 11”, medium built, 28 yrs old single Indian from Bangalore. I own a company in Bangalore and I came over to London to promote my business… I have been living in London for last 2 months doing business and meeting many of my clients which I have been quite successful. I stay near to a place called Hatton which is on the Piccadilly Line traveling towards the Heathrow airport. The story starts now.I was traveling back to London from New Castle after meeting a client and I got down.