"Thank you for the hug."Tom was serious as he replied, "Jane, my ladies have had times when they needed to have a cry – for various reasons. I see i...t as my job to be there for them when they reach that point. I thought you perhaps needed a cry too. Feel better for it now?"She nodded, tearfully. "Yes, thanks. You are a lovely understanding man. Your wives deserve you, if you are that perceptive." Enid taught me to be a good husband, Jane. I was a brash young idealist journalist when we married;. 150 for head massage. She looked at me from top to bottom. I was wearing kurta pyjama, oiled hair and specatcles. She must have thought of me a decent guy and a genuine massage man. She asked where ? I said, “any place where a chair is available”. She asked her place ? i agreed immediately. Next moment we were in her INNOVA and in 30 minutes to her bungalow. She belonged to a business family and her husband was an exporter of ready made garments. She was 44, with two sons, both abroad for. It’s turned over a few times since I started living here, so I just said hello when I saw her on the stairs. She was very pretty and much younger than I was. She kept walking while replying with a pretty dismissive, “hey”. I didn’t think much of it until I heard her moving furniture around and making a lot of noise ... At 3am in the morning. Over the next few months, it happened a lot, especially on weekends where you would hear several people troop up the stairs into her apartment and then. I slowly roll your black t-shirt up and my bare skin against you makes your stomach tremble, but you would never admit it. As your stomach trembles your shirt falls past your head and onto the floor. My eyes widen as your strong chest lays before me, inexperienced my hands run down your chest as you pull me to my feet. Once standing I realise how much taller and stronger you are than me. I notice from where I am standing I could kiss your chest, once, twice, three times. This is my return.