‘Jerry, if I’m out of line, let me know. I don’t know if you knew or not but I’ve been having lunch with Cindy fairly often since she — well..., since she left you. I know how hurt you were but you do understand that she never stopped loving you, don’t you?’ I started to explode with my first thought: ‘Well, if she loved me so much, why did she throw her ring at me and tell me to give it away? Why did she insist on a divorce?’ I realized I was clenching my fists and had half risen up. I leaned. Tamilnadu… Been reading the stories in iss for a long time but this is my first story and a real one too….I am currently doing in 2nd year in engineering in a reputed college in Madurai locality…So I have been a lover of sex for a long time since my first masturbation… I posted a gigolo ad in locanto 2 months ago and was receiving so many men, callers, thinking that it was an agent…but then after 20 days, I received a what’s up message from women at her 40. She told that her name is Saranya and. ‘Yes, you really have captured the essence of the sitter in that one, Elvira. I envy you, your skill in being able to interpret her so well.’ I replied, trying my damnedest to use the same kind of arty-farty language that Arthur appeared to be so adept at. It must be the cultured way Arthur spoke that attracted those females to him. It certainly wasn’t his looks. But then again, maybe Arthur carried something around in his trousers that most of us other mere mortals haven’t got? You can never. God, I hope this works… Fernanda must have been waiting for at least a few seconds outside my door because her knock came exactly on the hour. That was no accident and I took it as a good sign. I barked out ‘Enter’ and in she came with my breakfast tray. She was looking down at her feet and from the gentle rattle of the coffee cup on the tray I could tell she was clearly nervous. ‘Good morning Sir’, came out as just slightly more than a whisper. ‘Good morning Fernanda. Put the tray on the table.