But you have to tell me about this secret double life business you mentioned at dinner last night. I’m curious too.’ ‘Fair enough.’ I sipped ...from my coffee mug. I had no idea how I would ever be able to put into words what Gerald and I had lived all those years. ‘I’m listening’ Eric leaned back in his chair. ‘Ok. Here goes. This guy has been calling me for, I don’t know, more than a year. About every six weeks. It’s always the same — like a ritual. Same sequence, same words, same time and. Just to talk the afternoon away.We walk for several hours and head back toward ‘The Bing’ and our route to the city train. We pass the young woman on the way back. I walk to her and comment on the beach and the city. She thanks me, understanding that I am from the US and a tourist. I comment on the sun and how nice it feels and look down at her breasts which are now covered by her top. She follows my eyes and clearly blushes. She shyly says, “Don’t want a sunburn.” And smiles equally shyly.I. Among these bhabhis was Shweta, who lived just across me. She was this curvy and highly maintained sexy recently wedded bride from Pune. They had come here just a month ago. She had this white as a milk skintone, sharp brown eyes with thin lips and with a fringe in her hair she looked so beautiful. She had a milf like body with her boobs heavier than average and a curvy ass as if Cupid came to spank that butt just to shape it up for me.She had just married but I suppose a bhabhi has this. This is because you are only pretending tobe a man. Really you are a woman trapped in a man's body. Yourgirlfriend Carol is trying to keep you trapped in a man's body. She isworried that you will become a more beautiful woman than she is. Everymorning you hear the parrot say "Pretty Polly" you will put on an item ofwomen's clothing but you will think that it is an item of men's clothing. Every time you hear someone say "take your trousers off" you will do asyou are told and you will see and.