We both sat on it… put some old newspaper in front of that mattress ,started to keep bottles, glasses n snacks and started to sip beer.Her flat was ...nicely organized…. mattresses table chair. a typical host elite flat elite room… as I am myself a host elite/flat elite for so many years …stayed in pune,hyderabad,delhi I know how NOT to organize a flat or room :P Appreciated her for the way she keeps her room so neat n clean She teased me that we are not like you boys who keep your room dirty ,. . but Carmen added that the two girls caught on, once she took her usual seat directly in front of the teacher.I chimed in merrily, "now everyone knows what we know", as I admired her ... but Joy conveniently corrected me with "well, not everything we know..." As I scanned the group a couple of times, I relived some of – no, ALL the meetings we'd had during the break. Carmen stayed behind, and asked me what I had been doing the past couple of days. I stuck to the safe answers of "chores around. During her first couple of years, Veronica didn't disappoint me even once.In addition to cooking, cleaning and doing the grocery shopping, she also looked after my two-year-old during the day - and she carried out all these duties well and with pride.Unlike a few of my friends' helpers, Veronica was also a good woman, in the sense that she didn't have sexual relationships with random guys and never stayed out late on her day off.Then, one day, something happened to completely change my opinion. Everything over the course of these few months had transpired into this day, as I sat on the bed in our hotel room.She was in the shower. We had contemplated about this decision for a while and yet, our intimacy had grown to seek lust from each other.She came out of the shower, wearing the salwar she had worn for our first meeting.As she did many times in the office, she walked towards me slowly, this time her intent very clear.The drape of ‘s salwar fluttered about as she walked slowly yet.