Rupita looked serious as she asked, “I have a crazy idea but I hope you will consider it.” Aditi nodded her agreement. “What if we pretend each ...other’s partner is our own for the next twenty-four hours? We could really get to know them.”“That’s for sure,” Aditi blurted, “especially if the trading is complete.”“That is what I intended. I don’t know if I can convince my husband to share me though. You two are past that I know.”“Manu would be delighted I am sure, and I am agreeable. Go talk to. As I approached towards the place where her car is waiting, in one section, the road goes downward and water reaches upto my waist. My shorts and t-shirt was saturated and seems like I just came out of a pool.Once I reach to the car, knocked at the window, she opened the door and I was shocked to see her!!! She was wearing a white synthetic formal shirt tucked inside white formal trouser. The first thing came to my mind is – she is going to walk wearing all these (hopefully without umbrella). Utterly corrupted.My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped bone of my pelvis.She shudders. She. Debbie never thought that anything was wrong and the happy couple for all intent was happy.They checked into their room and Robert was annoyed that they were given a ground floor room."I can't believe that this hotel has no rooms left upstairs babe." Robert says."Oh I kind of like it on the ground floor" Debbie tells her husband."Really Deb. There is no privacy. There is constant noise. People hanging out in the Jacuzzi all night. People checking in and walking down the hallway." Robert raved.