Aur kisi ne toh kuch nahi kaha?Me-baki sab andhe hai shayad.Fir vo zor se hass ne lagi. Fir hamari yaha vaha ki baat hui. Fir maine fb par unhe req bh...eji aur unhone accept kar li.Fir shaadi ke baad main vaapas delhi aagya aur vo varanasi chali gayi. Bht din tak hamari baat nahi hui fir aachanak unka msg aaya.Anu-hi kaise ho?Me-thk hu bas.Anu-hi din se msg nahi kiya bhul gaye ho kya?Me-aap ko kaise bhul sakta hu. Aap bhul ne ke cheez the thodi na ho.Anu-aacha. Ye baat hai. Aisa kya khaas hai mjh. Shreya and another housewives, Kalpanaerly, each had two children the same ages. They became friends. They compared notes. They talked about how their husbands were in bed. Kalpana and her husband, Kumar, had moved to our town for the same reason we had: a job that paid well in a low crime, low traffic area. In their previous home town, they had tried foursome sex with another couple, and they wanted to get the same action going again. Kalpana had approached Shreya. They had talked. Something. All the guests had reached varying states of sobriety and were now dressed in their underclothes. The ratio of women to men had evened out, which seemed to put the women in a less apprehensive state of mind. As we were still recovering our strength, there was less emphasis on sex and the guests were freer to mingle and flirt. The next game involved everyone in the parlour linking hands in such a way that we created a great human knot and the object of the game was to become disentangled without. ”My dad-“why is it so?”My mom-“He came to our bank to open an account and I opened his account…He had a strange gaze…He was just looking at me at that day …I was feeling so uncomfortable … I did not forget that moment…I never had a customer like this..”My dad smiled-” how much money he had?”My mom laughed-” he is a corrupt officer…I could make out from bank balance…”My dad-“darling leave him…I am feeling so horny now…”My mom-“move your hand away from me…I am feeling so tired…”My Dad-“don’t you.