After our first night at Bangalore, we got up late next day. When I got up I saw my chachi Meenaxhi with those smeared make up and cum filled face sle...eping on my chest. Her mascara was smeared and got mixed with make up on her cheeks. She was wearing simply ornaments, nothing else on her body. I mean it. She was complete neket except ornament. I kissed on her lips and whispered on her ear as ….chachi…hei meena darling ….get up now…your stud is ready to show you a new world from today. She. If I didn’t know better I think she may have known something. I was in cop mode by now and had a job to do. “OK Helen, spill it. You know something, I can tell. You and I have been together too long to start hiding things from each other. What do you know?”“I don’t know anything Jacob.” When I gave her the look I usually do when I know she’s holding something back she decided it best to give it up. “OK. I saw Beverly last week having lunch with some guy and it seemed to me they were awfully. WHO WAS I? What body was I in, and who was this person that would have to be me, now?When I tried to turn my head to look around, I discovered I could. No bandages, no neck collar, no hindrances. That surprised me, because a serious head injury usually means a neck collar, at least I thought so.The hospital room was definitely a hospital room. White walls, gleaming clean tile floors, antiseptic smell, and florescent lighting. My bed was clean, freshly changed by the look of it, and starched. I. But then, I found myself unable to not watch, you know?” “So it was hot, then!”, she said, eyes lighting up. “You totally should have gotten in there and mixed it up! That’s how it works, you know. There’s never an invitation.” “I know. I could’ve. And he wanted me, too. But I don’t know, the whole thing really freaked me out. He was so rough, and so much bigger than Hani. I was too worried about her to really get into it, but she was fine, so that was all for nothing anyway.” “Aww,” she.