"Go on," she said."Are you sure you want me to?"She nodded. "Yes. Please do." Okay," he said. "Men like to joke about how they don't know how women th...ink, but that's another lie. We may not know everything about what motivates you and some men really are clueless, as I'm sure you've encountered in your life, but when it comes to women's attitudes about sex and relationships, we know much more than we generally let on."She obviously wasn't buying this concept. "Oh really?" she said, her voice. Briefly she paused, looked to the set up tripods. Again a brief smile but it again faded into concern. Across the floor she moved as she redressed only in the wrap dress. She snuck towards the side table as the aroma of obvious breakfast continued to fill the apartment. At the side table she fumbled about the drawers as quietly as possible, saw the open box of oven roasting bags which managed to perk another grin. She blinked and rid herself of those fonder thoughts. From a second row drawer. I could not remember his name, but once the sharp pain subsided, I would forever remember the joy of the friction of our bodies, the gift of his fluids flooding me, oozing out of me, my own she-penis pulsing with satisfaction. He had taken me without permission, and even as I had argued with him, fought him, tried to deny him, the pleasure had overcome me. They call it date rape, but it is still rape. When I had told my mother, especially the part about enjoying it, she slapped me as though it. The moment she logged on to her laptop her phone rang.“Hello sweetheart,” It was Ranjan, her husband. “You haven’t slept yet?” Urvashi asked. “Some project work. The client wants it by tomorrow.” Ranjan said with a sigh. “Why don’t you just leave it and come back. Afterall it’s been 6 months now and I don’t see an end to this.” Urvashi said, a bit agitated.“You know Urvashi I can’t do that. We are in the middle of something critical and I cannot just leave it like that.” Ranjan said trying to.