I do apologise for my English and grammar in advance.Rayna and Boshir were married for over 5 years, on the outside every thing seemed blissful, every...one thought how much of a model marriage they had and were the envy of their tightknit Bengali community. They both were in there 20’s and had their own business running a saree shop with trade that was booming.On one unfaithful morning everything was about to be out in the open, the deceit and infidelity was to be finally exposed. Bashir ran the. Could it?When have I ever been wrong about anything? Jack had asked her earlier in the day.Emily kept thinking of that. And the fact that Jack looked more like a model out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog when he walked into the kitchen in the morning, rather than his usually chubby, smelly, zit-riddled loser self.So she kept dutifully putting in the earpieces, in between classes, whenever she could.The crazy thing was, Emily thought they were making some sort of difference. Her calculus. Above all else, I really wanted to ask if she was single now, or still seeing her boyfriend Derek. I remembered him being a good looking older guy, already in College while we were in our senior year. I'd never actually met him in person, just seen him in a couple of photos, and knew what Amanda had told me. He seemed to embody the perfect mix between "worldly intellectual" and "strapping athlete", and I hated him with a white hot, burning passion. It was far from rational seeing as I didn't. The auditorium was the heart beat and the epicenter of the elementary school campus under the mini Eiffel Tower. From where I sat in the performer’s lounge, I could view the pretty blonde woman’s long hair with ringlets of gold as they seductively swished and swayed back and forth. However, that view paled in comparison to her round shapely bottom painted into her tight green cloth dress that nicely highlighted her visible panty line.Later that night I saw the same woman perched on her seat.