I said “remove your hands and don’t spoil my sari. Your son is a miser. He will not buy another sari. I have to request him for another month for ...a sari. “He hugged me his hands running on my ass and said “why would u ask him?? Ask me. I will do anything for u. “I smiled and said “I ask him because he is my husband. He tied a knot before the whole society. “He smiled loudly and said “he is a stupid. He cannot take care of his sexy wife cannot satisfy her. I am a very good father. I am doing all. At 9.30 as agreed the doorbell rung, opening it to allow the person in, a breeze blew pass you and parted your dressing gown, giving the apprentice a glimpse of things to come. With all her bags, she entered and introduced herself as Sarah. Leading her to the front room, she proceeded to lay out the room with a table bed, paper towels and aroma oils. Making polite conversation, you could tell she was nervous. Making her a cup of coffee must have eased her mind as she seemed to relax.At 9.45. “You sitting on my hand,” he said.“Oh, I did?”, I asked. Though I was dying to ask him, I controlled my emotions and hormones for a while.“It’s okay. But, I did see a change in your expression acknowledging the position of my hand. It wasn’t intentional is what I want to say.”“That’s okay” I replied.I didn’t bring that conversation again and he too, unfortunately. We let the moment pass. I was disappointed with the fact that he didn’t bring it again.We were talking about my boyfriend coming to. She didn't want to beg. She didn't want to cower, but what choice did she have? She knew that cower and coward were implicitly connected so she put on her bravest face she could. Even braver than when she'd first found a lump in her tit and was convinced it was cancerous. Nothing benign about it for her. As it turned out, it wasn't the big C, but now she had a far more lethal form of tit tumors. That's what we were. Fucking walking tumors, crawling cancers with forethought and medical.