..”“I gave it to him, Johanna. You said yes to the offer, so I gave it to him. Simple. Now, let’s go home. I have a run in my stocking and a mas...sive headache.”We waved down a cab and settled into the back. Morgan was in a mood, but I couldn’t let myself get consumed with wondering why. Instead, I focused on the fact that I’d virtually sold my soul to an asshole.An intriguing asshole. A handsome asshole. An asshole, nonetheless. An asshole who would make sure he got all he wanted from me, like. I realised that she was not satisfied with my Bhaiya as he lacked sexual interest and was unable to satisfy bhabhi’s sex hunger. They have no issues even after 20 years of marriage.One day, when I visited their home and I with my Bhaiya and bhabhi were watching TV, Bhabhi pulled my hand and kept it over her lap and started pressing with her soft hands. Bhabhi was wearing a nighty without bra.Suddenly there occurred power supply failure and the whole room plunged into total darkness. I took this. Asha, “awesome”. Dono hasne lage. Main, “aur juice kam pad gaya”. Asha haste hue, “hanji”. Main, “apna bhijwa doon”. Asha, “kyun nahi..par utne se bhi nahi hoga..ha aha ha”. Main, “chal jald hi bandobast karta hoon”. Asha haste hue, “acha ji… nahi baba rehne do”. Main, “nahi baba kya…are meri itni pyari biwi hai..ab to tumhare liye permanent juice ka bandobast karna tumhare pati ki zimmedari hai…aur waise bhi meri wife ki skin uske gaal soft honge to mujhe acha lagega”. Asha, “soft skin. He wiggled his finger, fishing around before scooping out a quarter. He kept it up, prodding into her again and again, jingling the change in his free hand until he had enough. Carol's head was swimming. Her deprived vision was crying out in swirls of color as coins clattered into the machine. "Coke, Sprite, root beer, ginger ale, or orange?" "Uhhhhmmm... ginger ale. It should settle my stomach. " There was a click and a clunk. Murphy pulled her upright by her collar, then whispered in her ear..