She turned to the chair in her bedroom, glanced outside, lifted the chair, and threw it out of the window. The shards cascaded on the cobbles below. P...assersby looked up, swift footed, in shock, as adversity manifest. She had ran, and dived, thinking of a dolphin. She flew. Not for long. Her general misfortune combined with the earth, the early morning, nourishing mountain mist, in serene satisfaction. She ought to have looked within herself, perfecting her behaviour. Pardoning the faults in. They were sexy and reeked of my wife’s pussy. I hadn’t realized he had her bra also. I couldn’t see it. She came out several minutes after he had split. She was taking small steps. Her clothes were on. Her hair was somewhat tussled, but not out of place. She sat in the minivan for a minute. She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don’t think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retrieve the evidence. Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy. " Because the only reason to leave would be to go somewhere better and right now I can't think of anywhere better than here."That night, in our bed, things took a new turn. Weeks before, during one of our evening chats which touched on sex and contraception, I'd told Bill that I'd never been a great fan of cunnilingus, probably due to the useless guys who've tried it plus the one girl who was so wasted she threw up on me before passing out.I'd laid on the bed to write my diary but had drifted. I removed them and went on top of him and kissed him.Me: Bohut wild hai tu, tujhe acha lagta hai na gandi baatiein karna? Randi, chinal aise bolna? (You are very wild, you like it when we say dirty slang, don’t you?)S: Haan, lekin bolna nahi. Mujhe meri biwi aise hi randi chahiye. Jab bolu tab paav failaye mere liye. Gaaliya bakne waali, gandi baatein karne wali. Daru sutta pine waali aisi biwi chahiye mujhe. Tere ball dekhke hi main pagal hogaya tha. Tujhse baat ki tab samajh aaya k tu hi hai.