So 9:30 became 8am. He left me a message saying the door would be open. I don’t think I have ever gotten around so quickly. Shower, hair, make-up…not too slutty, can’t look suspicious (supposed to be at the office) and out the door.

I got to his place and like he said, the door was unlocked. I went upstairs to where he was still lying naked in bed waiting for me. I sat down my stuff and sat on the bed beside him and he complained that I was still dressed. I quickly stood up and took off my blouse and jeans and laid next to him. He rolled over to his side and said “I think you forgot some things” and snapped my panties. I told him it’s always more fun when he takes them off. Not one for taking his time, my bra and lace panties quickly joined the heap of clothes beside his bed.

He leaned into me and kissed my lips and then went straight for my breasts. This was something he didn’t get to do last Saturday. Oh how I’ve missed him nipping and biting my nipples! He slid his hand to my clit and was surprised to see how hard it already was. Slipping two fingers inside of me, I let out a moan and told him this time he had to wear a condom. I know this disappointed him, but he got up and came back with several, put one on and climbed on top.

Devon is a full 8 inches and besides being thick, it’s almost “swollen” in the center; I could feel every inch of it moving inside of me as I grabbed on to the back of his hair.  Smacking my ass and fondling my clit, he brought me to a quick climax and he finished while I laid there paralyzed from the power fuck I had just received.

When he was done, he rolled over and we began kissing and caressing each other. I told him I had a surprise for him and he looked completely baffled. Reached into my purse and pulled out a small pocket camera and took some very compromising photos of us. I began kissing his neck and he said that he was sorry, but he thought once was all he had in him today. I chuckled and then decided that I would show him what I could do.

I laid him on his back and began kissing him from his face to his balls, slowly jerking him off and teasing his cock with my mouth and the warmth and wetness of my cunt. Boy sprang back to life!

Ignorantly, we didn’t use a rubber this time. Going at it with my legs around his shoulders he got me to cum twice more before he pulled out and ejaculated all over my hips and thighs. We cleaned up, took more photos and cuddled some more. Again, he said he was exhausted and again, I refused defeat.

I rolled over with my back to his chest and lifted my leg above his hip and grabbed his cock and slapped it against my pussy. Before long he was ready to go again. He took me from behind this time, me having one of the hardest, wettest cums of my life – he said he could feel me squirt down his leg and he loved it! He finally pulled out and I felt his hot cum all over my ass. He toweled me off and we laid together in the mess we made of he and his wife’s bed.

Here’s a few photos!

His hairy ass

I really wore it out!

Devon squeezing my tit

This morning I had a math test that I was fairly confident about; I knew that I could get by. What’s kind of funny about my math teacher though is that during tests, he will leave the room- intentionally giving us the ability to cheat. Now, I’m not a big cheater, but that’s mostly because I just keep to myself and I don’t want to get caught. Furthermore, if I’m caught in the act of cheating, it’s me who’s giving the other person answers, not the other way around- so I could be punished for trying to “help” (not in the long run, of course) someone else. But if someone wants to compare answers, I’m not a stickler.

Today as soon as our professor left the room, most people started comparing answers and working through the problems together. I don’t think of this as cheating, because I’m not taking someone else’s hard work and they’re not taking mine.

During the middle of the test, the woman sitting behind me tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and she had a problem written on her paper. She said, “How do I do this?”

I was taken off guard by her requests. She was asking me to take time from taking my test to actually teach her how to work the problem. So I said, “Sorry, I’m not very good at explaining it.” Which is true; I am not good at explaining how I got my answer; I just know how to do it. Plus, it would be much different if she said, “I got 5 for the answer, what did you get?” You understand my point, I’m sure.

I went back to taking my test. A few minutes later, I heard the woman talking to the girl beside her, “Some of these people are so selfish. They won’t even help you when you actually need help.” (Let me backtrack: she had gotten an attitude with me earlier in the test and told me to “ssshh” when I was working through a problem with the girl beside me. She said under her breath, “If you’re going to cheat, you don’t gotta be loud.” So I was already taken aback and a little miffed at her)

When I heard her blatenly say that I was selfish and didn’t want to help her, I turned around and said, “It’s not that we don’t want to help you; we just don’t have the time to actually teach it to you- during the test.”

She said, “Turn around; I wasn’t talkin’ to you. If I was talkin’ to you, I woulda said yo name.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Alright then.”

I had mixed feelings of anger and guilt. I was angry that she didn’t understand what I was saying. It’s not as if I was unwilling to help her in general- if she wanted a study partner or tutor, I would be more than happy to help. I also felt a little guilt like I was being hypocritical.

I felt like such a republican in that moment. You see, I think that those who have should share with those who have not (when it is no fault of their own.) Whether your resources are money or knowledge, I think that it is good to share those good things with those who don’t have the opportunity to acquire those resources. For a moment, I felt selfish- maybe I should have sat there and tried to help her through it. After all, I knew the material.

However, I did not allow myself to feel guilty for long. In this class, she and I were given equal opportunity- to show up for class, ask questions, go to tutoring, do the homework, etc. It is no fault of mine if she did not prepare for the test. And although I have the knowledge/resources to pass the test,  it is not because those resources were distributed unevenly between her and me.

I still feel a little upset because I don’t want her to take it personally- which I’m pretty sure she did. I don’t want her to think that I don’t like her, or that I am altogether unwilling to help. I want to make the effort and clarify this, but since it’s the end of the semester, I probably won’t. Furthermore, it’s possible that she feels robbed by me to provide an opportunity for her to past the test- i.e. perhaps she feels as if it is her right to pass the test though unjust ways just so long as she passes. If this is the case, than explaining my position will not change her mind- when one’s perceived “rights” are at stake/involved, it is difficult to see the other side.

I am convinced that I did what was right, in that moment- especially considering that it took all class period for me to take this test, and that is without teaching her how to solve the problem. However, I’m not sure how unethical it is to teach someone during the test, if given the opportunity (i.e. teacher’s out of the classroom). You’re not just giving the answer away or throwing away your hard work. You are, essentially, teaching a man to fish- albeit a little late- but fish nonetheless.

On the road in Iowa, July, 2007

For all those people who want to find out if your partner is cheating or the password to your partner’s facebook/myspace/e-mail/msn and other. Or if you are a parent worrying about what your kid might be doing at the computer behind closed doors.

Business going bad? Time to check up on your employees surfing habits. But how to do this, without getting caught trying to get some information?

Keep reading, I have the solution for all of you people.
I chose to introduce you to a keylogging/surveillance program after finally finding the tool that will give myself some answers to questions regarding my own relationship. I have searched for quite a long time and thought that there just aren’t any effective programs out there yet. But I found out that there is, it’s called All In One Keylogger, I gave it a try and I was honestly said frightened about the information it is able to collect, it will give you the answers to all your questions and suspiciousness.

With this program everything is possible, from getting a password to any community site, e-mail or forums and seeing all chat logs or messages – to recording microphone sounds (cybersex or the chat with another person and even webcam activity! (Both the own persons and a possible strangers webcam if he/she is watching naked teenagers behind your back). And best of all: you will have PROOF of what you have seen, which you obviously wont if you just suspect something without this program.

The program fits for:

a) People in a relationship
b) Business administration, finding out what your employees do when they “work”
c) Parents who want to keep track of their kids.

From their homepage you can read about the futures of All In One Keylogger, as I find it a bit pointless to copy paste whole production info page. Don’t be scared off by the word keylogger, YOU are the master of the program, only you will ever have control of the logs, pictures and audio that it monitors. Below is a lot of information about the features and what the program does, I recommend to read it in order to get a idea about the program.

Product Website:
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/redirect.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

I chose to speak more about my personal experiences of the program instead of talking about all the futures, those can all be found by following the link above to the product site.

What does All In One Keylogger do?

All In One Keylogger logs all keystrokes and passwords that have been typed into crypted files on your computer, it tracks all windows and applications that have been launched, clipboard, chat conversations (sent and received), all Web sites that have been visited, e-mails sent and received.

You can set it to take screen snapshots every few seconds or on each mouse click, just like a surveillance camera. It can also record Microphone sounds and restrict the access to specified Web sites and applications if wanted. It can even be set up to send these logs to your e-mail or FTP for tracking when you are away!

Personally I hate it the times I get the feeling in my stomach that something might be going on when I’m away from my partner, this is the solution to get rid of the paranoia, or to get proof for your suspicions. It snaps up all usernames and passwords into the very easily readable log viewer supported in the All In One Keylogger program. And maybe even more importantly you can set it up to take screen snapshots every few seconds and view the pictures later. I chose to divide the potential usage areas into different categories, you might wonder what the All In One Keylogger could be good for, I’ll tell you.

Relationship:
In the survey that took place in United States in the year of 2005 which includes married couples only, 56% of the participants of the survey said that during their marriage they had at least one sexual encounter with a person that is not their spouse. Are you living in a relationship and suspect that your partner is cheating on you, or doing other stuff he/she shouldn’t be doing on your/her computer (flirting harshly on community sites, MSN messenger contacts, webcam usage, microphone usage or visiting sites that are uncomfortable in a relationship.. the list goes on.

This is where All In One Keylogger can be there to save you from wasting time on your relationship, you wonder what your partner does when he/she is on the computer and you are away or working night shift. Well there is no reason to keep wondering and being paranoid about what she might be doing, you can find it out directly by downloading the trial version straight away (it is amazingly easy to set up, and the best part is that it is totally undetectable/invisible in windows, so no one can find out it’s installed and running.. read more on product site for more detailed info).

 It basically records all keystrokes, and shows in which program the text has been typed in, stores visited sites and you can set it up to take a picture of the screen for example every 10 seconds!

Employers:
In the survey that took place in Britain in the year 2006, 87% of the employees participating in the survey said that they surf on the internet during their work at least once a week. 73% of them said that they surf at least once a day. 23% of them said that they dedicate more time to surfing on the internet than to their work! In the additional survey that took place in the same year answered 36% of the employers, participants of the survey mentioned that they are afraid that secrets of the company will be sent to their competitors from the company computers by their employees. 4% announced that they fell victim to the theft of company secrets by their workers from the company computers.

Are you running a small sized company, and wonder why you aren’t getting as much work done as you should be getting. Well the solution is here, with All In One Keylogger you can make sure who are actually working and who are not. The result can be scary, you might find out that the employee is actually playing online poker half day or such, no wonder that the results aren’t so promising. There are a lot of people who don’t care as long as their getting paid, so they will just entertain themselves in some way instead of actually working.

Download trial (7 days free):
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

Parents:
Today, almost every child has access to internet. This comes thanks to the advance in technology, but has also risks involved. Did you know that: The average age when the children encounter pornography in the internet is 11? The age of the largest pornography consumer group in the internet is between 12 to 17? 85% of children between the ages 6-16 encountered pornographic content intentionally or unintentionally (most of them while preparing their homework). 25% of children between ages 9-17 will freely disclose their home address in the internet? 60% of children who committed suicide, declared their intentions online directly or indirectly? One in five children who use the computer chat rooms has been approached over the internet by pedophiles? Only 25% of youth who received sexual solicitation told a parent.

The children today are very sophisticated and most of us parents don’t have the knowledge to know what they are doing behind their closed doors in front of the computer. Are they browsing to inappropriate websites, are they downloading illegal content using P2P programs that will in the future result in lawsuits of thousands of dollars? What personal information they disclose about themselves, are they talking to adults, or maybe they meet them?

All In One Keylogger has many features:

No activity on your computer will be able to evade this high quality Keylogger. Does your kid make secret chat conversations with adult strangers? Maybe even with a pedophile that searches for his next victim? Does he surf to pornographic sites? Maybe he even exposes his personal details where he is not supposed to? Does he use P2P programs, sharing copyrighted materials which could constitute a pretext to a lawsuit of tens thousands of dollars? Have you ever wondered why does your husband “work” on his computer so late at the night? Does he have a secret online lover?Have you ever wondered who is your wife’s “partner” she talks with all the time? Do your employees surf on the internet instead of doing their work which you pay them for? Do they sell company secretes to your competitors? A high quality Keylogger should give you the answers to all these questions. No activity will be able to evade from it. No undesirable activity will be able to evade from you! As said, a high quality Keylogger is an “All In One Keylogger”, so just press this link to download “All In One Keylogger”:

Download trial (7 days free):
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

Link for buying full version:
https://www.plimus.com/jsp/buynow.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

With this program everything is possible, from getting a password to any community site, e-mail or forums and seeing all chat logs or messages – to recording microphone sounds (cybersex or the chat with another person and even webcam activity! (Both the own persons and a possible strangers webcam if he/she is watching naked teenagers behind your back). And best of all: you will have PROOF of what you have seen, which you obviously wont if you just suspect something without this program.

I tried to bring up the most important things in this article, but there sure is more to read if you still aren’t sure, simply visit the links provided and read more about people who have bought the product or view the awards that the product has received. Everyone has different use or needs of the program, and it sure was a relief to my head after finally getting answer to my questions using this brilliant program.

Chatted with Devon last night – be at his place at 9:30 this morning and get to spend most of the day in bed with him! After a hum-drum night of blah sex with the husband last night, I could use my world rocked. I’m tempted to just wear a nightie under my coat with boots. Thoughts?

With this program everything is possible, from getting a password to any community site, e-mail or forums and seeing all chat logs or messages – to recording microphone sounds (cybersex or the chat with another person and even webcam activity! (Both the own persons and a possible strangers webcam if he/she is watching naked teenagers behind your back). And best of all: you will have PROOF of what you have seen, which you obviously wont if you just suspect something without this program.

For all those people who want to find out if your partner is cheating or the password to your partner’s facebook/myspace/e-mail/msn and other. Or if you are a parent worrying about what your kid might be doing at the computer behind closed doors.

Business going bad? Time to check up on your employees surfing habits. But how to do this, without getting caught trying to get some information?

Keep reading, I have the solution for all of you people.
I chose to introduce you to a keylogging/surveillance program after finally finding the tool that will give myself some answers to questions regarding my own relationship. I have searched for quite a long time and thought that there just aren’t any effective programs out there yet. But I found out that there is, it’s called All In One Keylogger, I gave it a try and I was honestly said frightened about the information it is able to collect, it will give you the answers to all your questions and suspiciousness.

The program fits for:

a) People in a relationship
b) Business administration, finding out what your employees do when they “work”
c) Parents who want to keep track of their kids.

From their homepage you can read about the futures of All In One Keylogger, as I find it a bit pointless to copy paste whole production info page. Don’t be scared off by the word keylogger, YOU are the master of the program, only you will ever have control of the logs, pictures and audio that it monitors. Below is a lot of information about the features and what the program does, I recommend to read it in order to get a idea about the program.

Product Website:
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/redirect.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

I chose to speak more about my personal experiences of the program instead of talking about all the futures, those can all be found by following the link above to the product site.

What does All In One Keylogger do?

All In One Keylogger logs all keystrokes and passwords that have been typed into crypted files on your computer, it tracks all windows and applications that have been launched, clipboard, chat conversations (sent and received), all Web sites that have been visited, e-mails sent and received.

You can set it to take screen snapshots every few seconds or on each mouse click, just like a surveillance camera. It can also record Microphone sounds and restrict the access to specified Web sites and applications if wanted. It can even be set up to send these logs to your e-mail or FTP for tracking when you are away!

Personally I hate it the times I get the feeling in my stomach that something might be going on when I’m away from my partner, this is the solution to get rid of the paranoia, or to get proof for your suspicions. It snaps up all usernames and passwords into the very easily readable log viewer supported in the All In One Keylogger program. And maybe even more importantly you can set it up to take screen snapshots every few seconds and view the pictures later. I chose to divide the potential usage areas into different categories, you might wonder what the All In One Keylogger could be good for, I’ll tell you.

Relationship:
In the survey that took place in United States in the year of 2005 which includes married couples only, 56% of the participants of the survey said that during their marriage they had at least one sexual encounter with a person that is not their spouse. Are you living in a relationship and suspect that your partner is cheating on you, or doing other stuff he/she shouldn’t be doing on your/her computer (flirting harshly on community sites, MSN messenger contacts, webcam usage, microphone usage or visiting sites that are uncomfortable in a relationship.. the list goes on.

This is where All In One Keylogger can be there to save you from wasting time on your relationship, you wonder what your partner does when he/she is on the computer and you are away or working night shift. Well there is no reason to keep wondering and being paranoid about what she might be doing, you can find it out directly by downloading the trial version straight away (it is amazingly easy to set up, and the best part is that it is totally undetectable/invisible in windows, so no one can find out it’s installed and running.. read more on product site for more detailed info).

 It basically records all keystrokes, and shows in which program the text has been typed in, stores visited sites and you can set it up to take a picture of the screen for example every 10 seconds!

Employers:
In the survey that took place in Britain in the year 2006, 87% of the employees participating in the survey said that they surf on the internet during their work at least once a week. 73% of them said that they surf at least once a day. 23% of them said that they dedicate more time to surfing on the internet than to their work! In the additional survey that took place in the same year answered 36% of the employers, participants of the survey mentioned that they are afraid that secrets of the company will be sent to their competitors from the company computers by their employees. 4% announced that they fell victim to the theft of company secrets by their workers from the company computers.

Are you running a small sized company, and wonder why you aren’t getting as much work done as you should be getting. Well the solution is here, with All In One Keylogger you can make sure who are actually working and who are not. The result can be scary, you might find out that the employee is actually playing online poker half day or such, no wonder that the results aren’t so promising. There are a lot of people who don’t care as long as their getting paid, so they will just entertain themselves in some way instead of actually working.

Download trial (7 days free):
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

Parents:
Today, almost every child has access to internet. This comes thanks to the advance in technology, but has also risks involved. Did you know that: The average age when the children encounter pornography in the internet is 11? The age of the largest pornography consumer group in the internet is between 12 to 17? 85% of children between the ages 6-16 encountered pornographic content intentionally or unintentionally (most of them while preparing their homework). 25% of children between ages 9-17 will freely disclose their home address in the internet? 60% of children who committed suicide, declared their intentions online directly or indirectly? One in five children who use the computer chat rooms has been approached over the internet by pedophiles? Only 25% of youth who received sexual solicitation told a parent.

The children today are very sophisticated and most of us parents don’t have the knowledge to know what they are doing behind their closed doors in front of the computer. Are they browsing to inappropriate websites, are they downloading illegal content using P2P programs that will in the future result in lawsuits of thousands of dollars? What personal information they disclose about themselves, are they talking to adults, or maybe they meet them?

All In One Keylogger has many features:

No activity on your computer will be able to evade this high quality Keylogger. Does your kid make secret chat conversations with adult strangers? Maybe even with a pedophile that searches for his next victim? Does he surf to pornographic sites? Maybe he even exposes his personal details where he is not supposed to? Does he use P2P programs, sharing copyrighted materials which could constitute a pretext to a lawsuit of tens thousands of dollars? Have you ever wondered why does your husband “work” on his computer so late at the night? Does he have a secret online lover?Have you ever wondered who is your wife’s “partner” she talks with all the time? Do your employees surf on the internet instead of doing their work which you pay them for? Do they sell company secretes to your competitors? A high quality Keylogger should give you the answers to all these questions. No activity will be able to evade from it. No undesirable activity will be able to evade from you! As said, a high quality Keylogger is an “All In One Keylogger”, so just press this link to download “All In One Keylogger”:

Download trial (7 days free):
http://www.plimus.com/jsp/download_trial.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

Link for buying full version:
https://www.plimus.com/jsp/buynow.jsp?contractId=1682768&referrer=Niar

With this program everything is possible, from getting a password to any community site, e-mail or forums and seeing all chat logs or messages – to recording microphone sounds (cybersex or the chat with another person and even webcam activity! (Both the own persons and a possible strangers webcam if he/she is watching naked teenagers behind your back). And best of all: you will have PROOF of what you have seen, which you obviously wont if you just suspect something without this program.

I tried to bring up the most important things in this article, but there sure is more to read if you still aren’t sure, simply visit the links provided and read more about people who have bought the product or view the awards that the product has received. Everyone has different use or needs of the program, and it sure was a relief to my head after finally getting answer to my questions using this brilliant program.

This is RODNEY HOLUM JR.Working as a web development agent. Now a days I have started cheating My client as well as my vendors all over the world. I have collected payments of schedule work from my client’s but instate of paying my vendors in right time, i have been using  that money in different illegal sector.
Please contact me PH:608-790-2229,EMAIL ID: rholum@couleetechlink.com and website www.couleetechlink.com For further details.

This is RODNEY HOLUM JR.Working as a web development agent. Now a days I have started cheating My client as well as my vendors all over the world. I have collected payments of schedule work from my client’s but instate of paying my vendors in right time, i have been using  that money in different illegal sector.
Please contact me PH:608-790-2229,EMAIL ID: rholum@couleetechlink.com and website www.couleetechlink.com For further details.

My name is RODNEY HOLUM JR. I’m very popular in USA as Fraud. My bloody tradition is to Cheat others to gain profit. I used to cheat lots of companies. With this process I have completed my website: http://www.couleetechlink.com/. I have been slapped directly  by various people ALL OVER THE WORLD.
I’m a part of a big FRAUD racket. So be aware from me or a bloody like me. So for all kinds of FRAUD information or technique. call– 608-790-2229.or contact me by mail : rholum@couleetechlink.com

My name is RODNEY HOLUM JR. I’m very popular in USA as Fraud. My bloody tradition is to Cheat others to gain profit. I used to cheat lots of companies. With this process I have completed my website: http://www.couleetechlink.com/. I have been slapped directly  by various people ALL OVER THE WORLD.
I’m a part of a big FRAUD racket. So be aware from me or a bloody like me. So for all kinds of FRAUD information or technique. call– 608-790-2229.or contact me by mail : rholum@couleetechlink.com

The Bulk Barn just came-out with a gluten-free corn bread mix.  I tried it for a second time today and I am very happy with the results again.  The only additional ingredients that are required are milk, cooking oil, and eggs.

I used plastic wrap to cover the pan the last time I made it.  It wasn’t tight at all and it kept moist for several days.  We both had this bread for breakfast.  It’s on the sweet-side and tastes great with a little honey and I think that molasses would go even better with it.

My mom makes a killer cornbread…. I’m going to try to make a g-f version of it sometime soon and I’ll post the results & recipe if it is any better.

I used a silicon pan both times  for this recipe and it came out perfectly.  I got a set of silicon pans as a wedding shower gift.  I have only used them a couple times and I have been consistently happy with the results.  I tend to over-cook everything, and silicon pans help deter burns.  You have to cook things a little longer though.

Nilanjana : water.

Vicky : (turning to her) Rohit, water..

Rohit takes a glass and drinks..

Vicky takes the glass and rather than drinking it pours the water right onto her saree.. on her chest.. water splashing just where her clevage would be.. Nilanjana closed her eyes as the chill ran down her body in utter shame… a tear or two dropped along her cheeks raising his hands up and up as the stream of water splashes with more and more force on her womanly mammaries. once glass is empty, Nilanjana’s saree is clinging to her breasts and showing off the black blouse as if saree was transparently not there..

Vicky : ohh sorry bhabhi.. i dropped water.. let me clean it up..(as Vicky pretended to pull out a hankerchief from his pocket).

Nilanjana : (turning away to avoid Vicky touching her) go to hell..

Vicky frowns and keeps back his hankerchief..

Nilanjana heaves a sigh of relief though she does not show it. She still acts to be irritated but forced lady and pretending that Vicky’s tricks cannot prick into her mind.

Vicky : so bhabhi, we begin in your bedroom..

Nilanjana looks up bt remains silent.. she was expecting it. Her bedroom was just an addition.

Vicky : can you take us to your bedroom?

Nilanjana looks at him.. her saree was still clinging to her body.. and she had not bothered to move it away.

she turned and walked to her bedroom. not bothering the two men following her..

as they enter the bedroom.. she switches on the lights..

Vicky : bhabhi, so clean, seems no one slept in here since ages..

Nilanjana ignores his comments.. Vicky goes and switches on the AC.

Vicky : so when was the last time you slept with brother here?

Nilanjana (shot back) : this is none of your..

Vicky : anything i ask is my business, you get me??

Nilanjana looked at Vicky in defeated hatred, but still fill of pride that she was fighting despite being prisoner of lost war.

Vicky : now, when was the last time you made out with brother in this bed?

Nilanjana was stunned at the deeper, more aimed question.

she mumbled something..

Vicky : i did not hear anything, you know what happens when i dont get what I want..dont you? being good and specific would be better for you..

Nilanjana : day before yesterday..

Vicky : crazy guys.. you go about it even in days..

Nilanjana looked up at Vicky.. she did not want to argue or take it more over.. she just wanted it to finish..

Vicky : is brother able to satisfy you bhabhi with his small…?

Nilanjana : SHUT UP, he is your elder brother..

Vicky : ohh bhabhi, ok.. i will be more direct.. so many years, why have you not been able to bear a child??

Nilanjana (shooting back) : this is none of your..(broken by Vicky)

Vicky : ahahh.. my business.. I got my answer bhabhi.. probably you should take him to a good doctor..

Nilanjana: what?? shut up..

Vicky : i can understand bhabhi, now you will not have to worry.. you will be mother to your own nephew..he he..

Nilanjana had no option but to look down on the inevitable and amazingly direct threat.. inevitable till she does not act or there is some help coming from her fate..

Vicky : bhabhi, where is ur makeup kit..

Nilanjana : why?

Vicky : you look horrible after all those tears running down your cheeks.

Nilanjana : i will freshen up and come..

Vicky : wait bhabhi, take this.. Rohit!!!

Rohit pulls out a cheap looking makup kit from the bag.. it seemed used heavily and repeatedly .. and roughly.. also added couple of real bright shaded golden and deep red lipsticks.

Nilanjana surprisingly looks at the extensivity of the preparedness these two men had come with.. they seemed regular at their jobs.

Vicky : bhabhi, to help you we got these.. opening the deep bright red shade lipstick..

Nilanjana : what?? I am NOT going to apply this..

Vicky : dont worry, I will apply that myself on you..

Nilanjana looked at Vicky. For the first time, her eyes were pleading him. She looked on as Rohit emptied the cheap but extensive makeup kit on the table. She could identify the makeup base, roos, lipsticks, kajal brushes and various shades of eye liners.

From a free lady till few minutes ago, Nilanjana was now reduced to a slut. So much so, right now she was wondering what was in store for her. Vicky had hand on her most sensitive nerve and could wreck her whole life without injuring her. He had turned her into a slut without even stripping a single cloth off her body. And now here she was, standing in front of her brother in law, whom she had publically accused of making sexual advances on her, in her own bedroom, waiting for him to apply makeup on her.

Vicky : Sit here bhabhi. (pointing to the stool).

Nilanjana : please Vicky.

Vicky : hurry up bhabhi, we dont have all day to do this..

Nilanjana reluctanly lowered herself on the stool in front of the mirror. She daily used this stool and mirror while applying her daily makeup, but today the mirror would witness something else. But there was something else she could see in the mirror. Rohit was setting up the video camera. Startled she turned around. Vicky realized that she had seen it and smiled in his mind. What Nilanjana did not realize is that the camera was on and whatever she was going to say now was also getting recorded.

Nilanjana : no please, dont take the camera. I am doing anything that you want. But not the camera please..

Vicky : bhabhi, we agreed to do the blue film..

Nilanjana : but no recording of events Vicky.

Vicky : then what is a blue film?

Nilanjana : I will do everything you ask for..

Vicky : now, now, I am surprised when you say you will object to recording when we make a blue film.. I dont know what else you will object to… I want to understand what you mean by everything..

Nilanjana : I will do everything, everything, you ask for .. just no camera please..

Vicky : can you detail out, everything, please..

Nilanjana : everything means… huh.. it means. everything..

Vicky : no no.. please detail so that we are on the same page..

Nilanjana : (feeling bit uncomfortable to detail everything.)

Vicky : you are not keeping your promise bhabhi.. how can i trust you will do somethings, which you dont even want to say.. Maybe i should call..

Nilanjana : no no.. i will… stammering… i will strip in front of both of u..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …. and i will .. dance for you..

Vicky : (smiling on her) dance naked??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …and…. and sleep with both of you..

Vicky : in your own bedroom??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : in your own bed??

Nilanjana : (getting bit irritated) yes..

Vicky : will you kiss me in your bed too..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : where?

Nilanjana : on your lips..

Vicky : i also want it on my pole..

Nilanjana : ok.. i will..

Vicky : what you will..

Nilanjana : i will kiss you.. there..

Vicky : where??

Nilanjana : (now visibly irritated) i will kiss you on your pole..

Vicky : will you remember your husband??

Nilanjana : no.

Vicky : what if your husband comes to know of it..

Nilanjana : (suddenly irritation replaced by pleading in her voice) no no.. please dont let him know this.. i will do everything.. please dont let..

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Nilanjana : (not answering)…

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Vicky seemed to be enjoy bargaining with Nilanjana on the receiving end.. she had no option but to concede everything he asked for..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky was enjoying making her say things she would never have said.. and above all this was all getting recorded..

Nilanjana : (her eyes begging for this to be completed) damn yes.. .. pole will get the ho….

Vicky : hmmm.

Nilanjana : please but no recording please..

Vicky : but after all we recorded everything till now..

Nilanjana : (confused) what?

Vicky : yeah Rohit show her..

Rohit rewinds the tape and shows Nilanjana the recordings of her leaning on Vicky as he helps her wear those high heeled bright red slutty sandals.. she was surprised..

the recording further moves to seconds back. when she was detailing those ‘everything’ tasks that she was planning to do for them.. in her own bed.. behind her husband.. she was pleading them not to tell her husband.. the camera had very less volume on playback, but her words were banging in her head.

Vicky : bhabhi, this recording is enough for us to prove worth of your values..

Nilanjana : (seemingly angry) damn you.. recording secretly.. who will beleive you..

Vicky : nothing in this recording which shows u being forced.. you seemed to be acting like a real slut..

Nilanjana : destroy this recording or..

Vicky : or.??

Nilanjana remained silent.. nothing she could do or say.. she was helpless and had stepped into a deeper mess..

Vicky : (his voice declaring and announcing) NOW THIS TAPE WILL TAKE EVERYTHING THAT COMES NOW.. (MasalaMan, 2009)

Vicky : (as cool as a cucumber, rubbing his phone with his shirt to clean off any dust) : So bhabhi, dont worry, we just removed her tshirt.. we did not even touch her bra.. lol.. her pink bra and her..

Nilanjana : (virtually screaming) SHUT UP (pausing, controlling herself) and you think u can get away with this? right?

Nilanjana : (walking to the phone) I will call the police right away and your brother.

Vicky : bhabhi. bhaiya is out of town and even if he hurries back it will be not before evening he can reach here. and police.. he he.. first you will be running behind them and then they will be running behind me.. and you know what.. Kumkum is running behind time with me..

Nilanjana paused her steps..

Vicky : i can have nice photoshoot with her in sexy clothes and off course without them..he he..imagine 11 days down the line, one of my unknown friends distributes those pics to all people in the mandap..when Kumkum is taking pheras.. police will again come, note a FIR and take a copies of your beautiful sisters pics with themselves.. for their personal pleasure..

Nilanjana turned towards Vicky and her confused eyes pretended to look confident.

Vicky : who cares about me bhabhi.. i will be in the jail.. next 5 years. and then come back.. but think about Kumkum.. for her next all years will be a punishment without jail.. and you will be looking for someone like me, begging him to marry her.. for god sake…. he he..

Nilanjana : please.. what do u want from us..

Vicky : not from us, from you darling.. err. i mean, bhabhi.. (last word coming after a pause).

Nilanjana (seemingly preturbed now but covering up nicely without panic in her voice) : what did I do to deserve this?

Vicky : he he.. maybe your are Kumkum’s sister.. he he..

Nilanjana : what do you want from me?

Vicky : only some help.. for our new business..

Nilanjana : how much money??

Vicky : why do you always think everything in terms of money?? even your relations and love??

Nilanjana (amazingly cool) : shut up .. that is none of your business.. tell me your business..

Vicky : my new business is BLUE FILMS..

The business stream struck like a big wave against the hard wall of brave front Nilanjana was posing in front of Vicky. She knew she will have to not loose and get Kumkum out of the mess before she can act against this man. And she could not do so before the wall of her resistance crumbles.

She was buying time, but she just hoped someone could come to her rescue. She had not been able to call anyone. And she did not know how much time the wall would stand in the continous attacks from Vicky, before it cracks.

Nilanjana : how much money you want for your business??

Vicky : money.. money… money.. do you think of something else other than this.. whore..

Nilanjana : (screaming) SHUT UP.. I AM YOUR BHABHI..

Vicky : yeah, who married and broke a family just for sake of her own fun and money…

Nilanjana tried to divert the things to family and relations..

Nilanjana : no please.. i did not do it for..

Vicky : you are going to pay today with your sis…

Nilanjana : what do you want?

Vicky : i dont want money..

Nilanjana : tell me what you want..

Vicky : I want the heroine for my blue film..

Nilanjana : so you are looking at a wrong place..

Vicky : dont worry bhabhi, we will pay you nicely for it..

Nilanjana : what if I refuse..

Vicky : he he.. we have a backup heroine for the picture.. your sis..

Nilanjana : shut up.

Vicky : you want to refuse??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky : (getting up to leace) ok rohit.. we will have to use the backup..

Nilanjana : wait…

Vicky : what?

Nilanjana : can there be no other way?

Vicky : yeah, i told u.. we can always use the backup..

Nilanjana : try to understand Vicky, i am married and i am your bhabhi.. how can I..

Vicky : but Kumkum is not married and she is not my bhabhi either..

Nilanjana : (almost pleading now, she could feel the wall of her brave front crack) please leave her..

Vicky : for free??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky (walking to the door) : i dont have time..

Nilanjana : ok.. ok.. (trying to firm up) ..ok..

Nilanjana : (with a defeated look) i will do what you want.. but leave her first..

Vicky : I will leave her when we are done..

Nilanjana : No, first leave her then I ..

Vicky : you are not keeping conditions here..

Nilanjana : I am not doing anything till you leave her..

Vicky : that is your final thought??

Nilanjana : leave her and i will do what you want..

Vicky : ok.. Kumkum is wearing a pink bra.. and i was just wondering what color panties she is wearing..

(saying Vicky pulls out his mobile from his pocket)

Vicky pulled out his mobile and dialled the number.

Nilanjana : please no.. we can talk..

Vicky ignored her comment and now Nilanjana could hear the bell ringing on the other side of the phone..

Nilanjana : i said we can..

Vicky (on the phone) : hello chotu … ek kaam kar..

Nilanjana : I am ready… what do you wan (vicky’s voice cut her scentence)

Vicky (on the phone) : (ignoring her pleas) how is the chidiya doing?

(on the phone) : sir ji, she is fluttering like a injured bird..

Vicky (on the phone) : not still tired .. hmmm??

Nilanjana : please Vicky, please.. no…

Nilanjana tried to leap on the phone.. but Vicky easily dodged out of the way..and she just could not grab the phone.. Vicky was way more strong than her for that.. another attempt and Nilanjana knew she was making a mockery of herself..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, do you know which color panties she is wearing??

(on the phone) : boss i can just see some white waistband over her jeans..

Nilanjana : please for god sake.. stop it.. i am begging you..

Vicky (on the phone) : no chotu, why dont you check it out.. she maybe wearing a different colors..

(on the phone) : yes boss..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, unbutton her jeans and unzip it..

Nilanjana was on her knees now..

Nilanjana : please..Vicky, please.. i will do anything.. but please stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss,

female screams on the phone (on the phone) : NOO.. NOOO.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO… OH MY GOD>…. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo

Nilanjana (crying.. on her knees .. holding feet of Vicky.. resignation stamped in her voice) : please.. please stop.. i will..i will do anything..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss, (sobbing voices in the background)

Vicky (on the phone) : what color is she wearing?

(on the phone) : boss.. white color .. blue polka dotted boss..he he

Vicky (on the phone) : did u pull down her jeans??

(on the phone) : no boss.. i will do it..

Vicky (on the phone) : (Commanding voice) NO, YOU WILL NOT.. CHOTU.. leave her alone for now..

(on the phone) : but boss, (disappointment clear in his voice)..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu.. wait for my next call.. i promised u..

Vicky disconnects the phone..

Vicky : so bhabhi, can we work now?? ……. togather??

Nilanjana collapsed to floor from her knees, crying, weeping in defeat and helplessness. She could not imagine this was happening to her. She was a free lady just some minutes ago.

Vicky : bhabhi, i think you need another round of motivation.

Nilanjana : no, no… please.. dont do anything to Kumkum.

Vicky : then why dont you get up and get us a nice cool glass of water from the fridge..

Nilanjana struggles to get up.. she arranges her black chiffon saree once on her feet.. not much can be seen off her dress as she always dressed up simple and conservative.. Rahit tries to catch a glimpse of her midriif, but not even couple of inches of midriff she has left open for the world to see.. her blouse is thick cotton and one cant even see the outline of her bra from over it.. Rohit smiles in his mind thinking ‘the hidden would be uncovered soon’..

Nilanjana turns towards the kitchen..

Vicky : bhabhi, i got a present for you.. here..

Nilanjana looks behind.. Vicky pulls out a card box and pulls out footwears for Nilanjana..

Nilanjana looks at Vicky.. the sandals were too jazzy for any decent girl or lady. made with glossy bright red coloured shining glass pieces in the front. They had a long two feel red shining lace. the sandals had huge high pencil heels which were clearly more than 5 inches. she had worn it high heels twice in her life and just for trials.. she could not stand the pain in her toes and her calves due to the high heels.

Nilanjana : Vicky, why this..

Vicky : bhabhi, a present for you…

Vicky bent down in humbleness and kept the sandals for Nilanjana to wear as if he was a sales man at the chappal store..

Nilanjana : Vicky, i dont wear this type.

Vicky : bhabhi, i dont like people rejecting my present i got with love..

Nilanjana : but..i have never wore one..

Vicky did not budge and sat waiting for her to step into the new sandals, her first step into cheap world of sluttiness. Nilanjana knew she had least choice.. she was getting forced into it in name of a present..

she stepped out of her small heels chappal onto the cold marble floor.

Nilanjana : can I wear it myself.

Vicky : I will help you bhabhi, i know u never wore ones like these yourself.

she was in a soup now.. A stranger was offering her to help her wear her sandals. Waise lot many sales man helped her try her shoes, but this was different.

She stepped on one of the sandals. Her first sensation was of cheapness till she felt she will slip due to steep incline due to long heels. She tried balancing herself but ended up leaning her hands on Vicky’s head to avoid the fall.

Vicky : these fit nicely bhabhi..

Nilanjana : they are bit loose and i may trip.

Vicky : because i have not tied the laces, bhabhi, can you please lift the saree a bit so that i can tie the laces.

Nilanjana got this request like a punch in her gut. not that she had not shown herself above her ankles to anyone, but, each inch of skin she showed today seemed like a rape, each touch on her feet seemed like a molestation to her..

Vicky : bhabhi..

Nilanjana slowly grabbed the front of her pleads on the saree and raise it ..

Vicky : more higher bhabhi..

she raised it bit more.. now exposing her calves to him.. he slightly massaged her calves with his palms.. feeling the flesh.. she closed her eyes in shame..this was above the skin he had touched her when she came married, then she had kicked him out, but today she was going to fall.. she knew she will fall. she wanted to scream but she could not.. she was waiting to fall into lows of her modesty..

Vicky started tying the laces over her ankles raising it in every loop.. the laces did not seem to end.. two feet laces seemed kilometers to her.. each inch he raised over her leg seemed to be an inch closer to her womanhood..

round and round he went.. and pulling each time so tight with a jerk that she would lean more on him..he rode the laces as high upto just under her knees..

the other leg followed and so did her humiliation.. the laces were tied too tight, digging into her soft calves..

Little did she realize that Rohit was recording her humiliation on the camera from behind her..just angle enough to catch her leaning on vicky’s head.

when Vicky was through, he stepped back and stood up.. she stumbled as she was still leaning her hand on his head for support.. she dropped her saree to maintain balance.. she managed to stand straight, but she felt like she would fall the first step she took..

Vicky : wait bhabhi… lift it up….

Nilanjana reluctantly lifted up a little lower than before..

Vicky : u look gorgeous real self in this..

Nilanjana (steaming back) : what do you mean??

Vicky : (ignoring her) bhabhi, why dont u try them upto the fridge and fetch two glasses of water..

Nilanjana dropped her saree back to her feet, looked at him and slowly tried to step towards the fridge.. she took couple of steps slowly and awkwardly ..

Vicky : quick, two minutes for two glasses.. or again Kumkum will be sorry and screaming..

Nilanjana quickened her small steps.. high heels had effect on her full buttocks as they jutted out obscenely.. her ass swayed as she struggled to walk to meet 2 minutes..

Rohit took all of it into the camera before keeping the camera inside..

she pulled out two glasses and poured water into them from the fridge..and walked back on the high heels towards entering the lows of the cheap world. (MasalaMan, 2009)

Part 1.

It was 12:10 pm and Nilanjana was before time for her appointment with her younger sister. She checked the gas knobs off. She checked the water geyser and taps not dripping. She had a checklist in her mind and she followed that. She did not want her apartment to be a mess when she returned.

She was to make in time for the 13:30 pm meeting with her younger sister Kumkum at the city center mall, about 45 minute drive from her apartment.

ahh, the window was not bolted properly and had flung open letting breeze in. This shanta bai is more worried about rushing out than doing things properly. She looked out of the window and saw a young couple

It had been a long long journey for Nilanjana after her and Kumkum’s parents had died. Her dad had just been transferred to Mumbai from Calcutta when both the parents died in the scooter accident. It was tragic times with Nilanjana just 17 and Kumkum much younger at 10. But Nilanjana knew more than tragedy, they had no real relatives to take care of. She knew she had to support and fend for herself and her younger sister.

Nilanjana left her studies and joined a full time clerical job at her fathers employment company. The scales were much less. But the sympathy towards her loss made things easier for her to settle in. She could earn enough to support her sisters studies in one of the best convents and cutting edges to make the ends meet for the two time decent meal.

Times were tough but tough got going. She had met Siddarth in one of the company party evenings. Siddarth was the managing director of the company and Nilanjana was responsible to arrange the party. Siddarth fell in love her hardwork and dedication and the beauty of her work. Or maybe he fell in love with her “just-out-of-teen” 22 year old innocence. Nilanjana never had paid any attention to her appearance, though god her blessed her with some of the best.

She had fell in love with the plain suits, she could afford. She had no room for makeup in her life. The only luxury she applied was to have suits stiched loose enough to not to highlight her volumptous 36 C breasts and meaty thighs and full buttocks which added spice with her 5 feet 9 inch frame.

Time passed, Siddarth was inclined towards Nilanjana, but she was afraid of things, or just wanted to focus on her job to support her sister’s studies.

Only after Kumkum, a bright girl in school, made it to engineering with top grades, did Nilanjana relax towards the life. Siddarth made a soft proposal to her. He seemed serious and she liked him. But there was a vast difference of status which Siddarth downplayed.

They went ahead with their plans. Everything went well, but destiny had something else in mind for Nilanjana.

The nice and a beautiful relation for Nilanjana turned into turbulence when the marriage proposal was rejected by Siddarth’s family. Siddarth did his best to get Nilanjana accepted in the family.

Barely had his family consented for the marriage and marriage took place in full tension environment.

It was just the second day of their marriage, when Vicky the younger brother of Siddarth tried to cross lines on Nilanjana. He took Nilanjana to be a loose character girl who wooed his elder brother for sake of money and comfort. He stated his intentions to Nilanjana the very first time he bent to take her blessings when the bride came home, by touching her legs rather than feet below her saree. She averted the face off in front of everyone by backing out of it.

Later he offered her more money if she slept with him. And he ended up getting slapped.

Nilanjana complained about him in the family and as a result Vicky was kicked out of the family house and business. Some people in the family did not like it and the relations turned bitter. Finally within a month Siddarth and Nilanjana moved to a different apartment away from the family. Siddarth setup a new business.

Nilanjana was more comfortable in new apartment with fewer luxuries, but she could comfortably have her younger sis Kumkum stay with themselves. Siddarth was very understanding and supported Nilanjana in this regard.

It was about 7 years to her happy marriage (though they did not plan for a kid till they settle and Kumkum married). Life was filled with struggle for the couple as Siddarth setup new business. But the couple lived it happilly through the ups and down of the life.

Finally things seem settling for Nilanjana. She had satisfaction of her role, her struggle in handling a major tragedy in life. Life and god had been kind on her and she thanked god for supportive husband, a very nice and loving sister who had done her proud with her hardwork and a nice life ahead.

Kumkum had grown into a pretty sexy young lady like her sister. She passed out engineering with distinction and was employed with one of the prestigious software firms in the city. She had been proposed with a young guy Rahul and they were destined to marry in coming 10 days. And that is where she was heading. To complete last legs of big shopping list which was pending today.

Her thoughts were broken by a buzzz of the door bell. Ohh, she had been leaning on the open window for past 15 minutes. Her long hair was in disarray with the wind. She adjusted her black saree and tucked her hair behind her ears as she walked to the door with her big heels tip tapping the floor.

Who is it?? she asked in a quizzing voice as she opened the door.

Nilanjana : YOU.. Why are you here???

She was taken by surprise when she opened the door and unexpectedly saw Vicky standing there with another guy. They were dressed pretty cheaply in hunky funky clothes.

Vicky : Bhabhi, Namaste Bhabhi.

Nilanjana : (ignoring his greeting) Why are you here?

Vicky : Bhabhi, was just passing by.. thought would drop in for a glass of water.. By the way, this is Rohit, my friend.

Rohit : Hello.. bhabhi (bhabhi coming in a bit late)

Nilanjana ignored his greeting but just noticed a big red bag in his hand looked like a cricket kit.

Nilanjana : your brother is not in and I am leaving. You probably should come some other time.

Vicky : Bhabhi, just a glass of water. It has been boiling hot outside.

Nilanjana : (thinking) ok.. wait here..

Saying she turned with dilemna in mind if she should be harsh enough to slam the door on the visitors. She decided against it and went into the kitchen, just half closing the door.

When she returned with two glasses of water, she was taken aback by the two of them seated on the sofa in the drawing room.

Probably I should have rammed the door into their faces, she thought.

Nilanjana (irritated) : Water..

She could feel the vulgar looks of Vicky. She ignored them.

Vicky : Bhabhi, you still look sexy.

Nilanjana : shut up. Finish the glass and get going.

Vicky : Bhabhi, heard that Kumkum has also grown sexy.

Nilanjana : SHUT UP, LEAVE… (pointing to the door)..

Vicky : (looking at her as if she was silently accepting his words) Seems Kumkum’s assets have outgrown yours.. he he..

Nilanjana was fuming now, but Vicky was as cool as ice.

Vicky : heard your sis is getting married. You did not invite me to her marriage.

Nilanjana : do you want me to call the police.

Vicky : bhabhi, you are just getting angry. ok, lets discuss business..

Nilanjana : GET LOST.. i tell you.

she turned to walk towards the phone. she picked up the receiver.

Nilanjana : I am calling the police if you dont leave right now..

Vicky : wait bhabhi, please see this before you do.

Rohit pulled out a piece of cloth from the bag and held it in his hands.

Nilanjana looked at the cloth, trying to figure what was happening. It looked like a tattered piece of garment… like some garment thrown away after being worn extensively. tattered into pieces and dirty.

Nilanjana : (confused) what is it.

Rohit arranged the garment properly in his hand and held it out once more.

Nilanjana : what is ,…. wait.. OHH MY GOD..

Nilanjana : what is this.

Vicky : what you think about it?

Nilanjana : this is.. this is..

Vicky : yes.. this is the top .. which Kumkum was wearing today morning to office.

Nilanjana felt a streak of chill run down her spine.

Nilanjana : how did you get this? where is Kumkum?

Vicky : dont worry bhabhi.. she is ok.. she is with me..

Nilanjana : with you?? what do you mean?

Vicky : ohh bhabhi.. u ask lot of questions.

Nilanjana : bastard.. what do ..

Vicky : (in commanding tone) SHUT UP bhabhi.. i dont like abuses and slang for myself..

Nilanjana’s voice cracked and seemed accepting the back foot. She could feel her heard beat faster. Sweat formed on her head. Vicky meanwhile took out his mobile and dialled a number. she could hear the ring on the other side as Vicky put the phone on speaker. Nilanjana kept quiet. maybe she was afraid to speak. she was letting things happen the way Vicky wanted them. she could not let that happen.

A voice on phone got her back into the room.

(voice on phone) : hello boss…

Vicky (on the phone) : how is chidiya doing?

(voice on phone) : boss she is getting angry.. crying..

(voice on phone) : boss .. can i touch her??

Vicky (on the phone) : wait chotu.. i will get a bigger chidiya for u..

Nilanjana : please let me talk to her..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu. give the phone to the chidiya..

Kumkum (on the phone) crying) Hellooo..

Nilanjana (on the phone) : Hello..

Kumkum (on the phone) : Hello didiii.. pls save me didi..

Nilanjana (on the phone) : hello.. kummu.. hello.. are you….

Kumkum (on the phone) : please save me didi.. please.. they..please give them whatever you have of them..

Nilanjana(on the phone) : i will kummu.. where are you..

Kumkum (on the phone) : didi, they have beaten me.. and .. and they…(she broke down crying)…

Vicky took the phone, disconnected it and put it into his pocket. To be contd.

Source (MasalaMan, 2009)

先日18日に行われた2010年ワールドカップ（Ｗ杯）の欧州予選プレーオフ、フランス対アイルランドの第2戦で、フランスが延長戦の末、ティエリ・アンリのハンドで得たゴールで1−1の引き分け、ワールドカップ行きのチケットを手に入れた件で、「正義感の強い」イギリスメディアは連日大騒ぎだ。スポーツ欄だけではなく、ニュース欄でも大きく取り上げている。このハンドはビデオで見ても明らかにハンドなのに、レフェリーが見逃した。アイルランドサッカー協会（IFA）は国際サッカー連盟（FIFA）に抗議、再試合を申請したが、FIFAは却下、フランスサッカー連盟（FFF）も拒否した。全て予想された結果だ。アイルランドも勝ち目なしと、早々に諦めたようだ。試合の後、インタビューを受けたフランス人ジャーナリストは、ワールドカップでは大きなお金が動くし経済効果も大きいので、FFFは絶対再試合を受け入れないと断言していた。その通りだった。これが逆の立場だったら、どうなっていただろうと思う。

当のアンリはハンドは認めてるけど、審判の責任だからと謝ってないし、「再試合がフェア」と言ってるけど、それもFIFAが再試合拒否の裁定を出してからだ。代表辞退も考えたらしいけど、結局辞めないし。自分のイメージ挽回のために、口先だけで適当に言い逃れて、ほとぼりが冷めるのを待ってるんだろう。

八百長とまでは言わないけれど、都合のいい結果を正そうとしないその後のFIFAの対応が、やはりスポーツも所詮ビジネス、影響力のあるサッカー強国に有利な世界なのねと思わせる一件だ。The Sunday TImesで、興味深い「陰謀説」記事を見つけた。元フランス代表のミシェル・プラティニ欧州サッカー連盟の会長の手引きによって、今回のプレーオフは、強国に有利になるように、くじ引きではなく、世界ランキングの高い国と弱い国が当たるシード方式を採用したと言われている。強国に有利になるようにしているのには、高額のテレビ契約料やスポンサーの思惑も絡んでいるのかもしれない。また、プラティニ会長もFIFAのジョセフ・ゼップ・ブラッター会長も、ビデオ判定導入には何故か消極的だ。確かに、偶然にしては、なんだかうさんくさい。

フランスとイギリスのメディアの論調の違いも面白い。フランスは自国チームのふがいなさを酷評しつつも、FIFAやFFFの決定には異議はないようだ。かたやイギリスメディアは、「Cheat（いかさま）」「Fallen Idol（堕ちたアイドル）」等と手厳しい。これはアングロサクソンとラテンの価値観の違いか。ルールや公正さを重視するアングロサクソンに比べ、ラテン人は自分が良ければ全て良し、「運も実力のうち」「神様の思し召し」「ラッキー♪」って感じだろう。

またイングランド人には、この1件が、1986年ワールドカップ準々決勝で、マラドーナの「神の手」ゴールで、イングランドがアルゼンチンに敗れた悪夢を思い起こさせる。自国のことでないのに今回の大騒ぎは、このことも多いに関係してるのだと思う。

フランスは、対戦相手が多少なりとも自制心のあるアイルランドで良かったと胸を撫で下ろしてるだろう。これがエジプトやアルジェリアが相手だと大変なことになっていたかもしれない。サッカーの世界での権力のなさでワールドカップ行きを逃した、アイルランドチームが本当に気の毒だ。

There has been a huge media frenzy in UK about the Thierry Henry’s ‘Hand Of God’ during Ireland vs France World Cup 2010 play-off on November 18th and it’s aftermath: since France won a ticket to South Africa with 1-1, thanks to Henry’s ‘cheating’ act. UK media with “strong sense of mission to pursue justice” have been putting up big articles about  this incident, not only in sports sections but also in general sections, everyday since then. You can see clearly that it was handball, but the referee missed to see this crucial foul or chance to correct the mistake. Irish Football Association (IFA) demanded a rematch, but FIFA and the French Football Federation (FFF) said ‘NO’ – but it is all expected. IFA seems to give up already because they know that it is a fight they will never win. After the game, a French journalist who was interviewed by BBC said that FFF would never accept a replay, because big money and industries involved and economic effect would be enormous. He was right. But what it would happen, if France lost with Irish footballer’s  handball – would FIFA give the same judgement?

Henry admitted his handball but never say sorry. He said that replay would be fair for Ireland but AFTER FIFA and FFF refused a rematch. It was reported that he considered quitting “Les Bleus” but he decided to stay anyway – all talks doesn’t convince me if he is truly remorseful, but I believe he is saying whatever to repair his image and just waiting for everyone to forget about his ‘mistake’

I don’t call it setup, but FIFA and FFF’s reluctance  to correct their convenient result is truly disappointing, and now I strengthen my belief that soccer is just another business, and always a stronger with bigger political power wins – fair play is a mere myth for important games like this. I read an interesting article by the Sunday Times “Conspiracy or coque up?” The play-offs were seeded on the basis of world rankings in favour of the bigger nations, and it was reported that the proposal to introduce seeding had come from UEFA (president is former French player Michel Platini). Why? Could it be related to the advance long-term television contracts, or the influence by one of a big sponsor which will possibly gain huge profit if France win? For some reason, Platini and FIFA president Sepp Blatter are said to be reluctant to introduce video technology, which can bring fairer judgement – why? Maybe a coincidence, but all these things sound pretty dubious.

Also it is very interesting to see the different stances between British and French media. Though French media criticizes their team done terrible in the game but they don’t attack the FIFA and the FFF of their judgement. On the other hand, British media is harsh on Henry as ‘cheat’ or “fallen idol,’ as well as on the FIFA. Probably this is due to the difference in Anglo-Saxons and Latins mentality: in compare to Anglo-Saxons’ values in fairness and justice, Latins would just think, “luck is also a part of his ability” “miracle” “godsend” – they would never criticize someone who give them a jackpot, even though from a devil.

In addition, for English, this incident reminds them of the nightmarish Hand of God goal, scored by footballer Diego Maradona during the 1986 FIFA World Cup quarter final Argentina vs England – probably it explains why British media is so obsessed with this incident which is not related to their own team.

French must be happy that the opponent was Ireland – if it was Egypt or Algeria, it would be a huge riot!

I am extremely sorry for Ireland who lost a chance to go to World Cup, due to a lack of political power in football world, rather than their lack of ability. Shame on Henry, shame on France, and shame on FIFA!

Yes, I know I need to get past this. He wasn’t stellar, I’m with Devon and I’m trying to hook him up with my best girlfriend. Still, look at him. Plus, he texted me a photo of his cock the same day as the photo below and it’s just so tempting. Now knowing that I’m supposed to go up and see him soon – it’s too much; especially with Devon not being able to respond to my texts – even the ones with sexy photos attached!

I am supposed to go see Brad soon and take photos of him. I’m a fashion photographer on the side and let’s face it, the boy is meant to be in pictures. I somehow mentioned to him yesterday he should pose for me and he eagerly agreed too; I admit, I was a little excited. So yeah, today I’ve been visualising out shoot.

I see us starting outside in the mountains. I know a spot close to where he lives – it’s a tourist area, but there are a few little cottages and some vineyards you can get to that would make for some fun back drops. Despite the cold weather I am sure I could get him to undo his shirt and have an open layered look.

After wrapping up outside, I would have a more “sophisticated” shoot back at his home where he would have to dress up and have a glass of wine on the sofa.  Softening the lights and the use of candles for a more intimate glow in the photos, would help set the mood and let him get comfortable in his seat.

After I’d taken all the photos I need, I would take the glass of wine from him, take a sip, kneel down between his legs and undo his belt. I would slowly start to massage his balls through his pants with one hand while undoing his tie and shirt buttons with the other. Running both hands up and down his stomach and chest, I would start with a kiss on his mouth and work my way down and finish removing his pants where his hard cock would be waiting for me. I would take him all in, cup his balls and finger his anus. Slowly licking the length of his erect dick, I would wrap both of my hands around it, circling it, teasing it with licks and sucks. I would finally finish him off and swallow every last drop of his hot cum.

After head, I would stand up and strip and straddle his lap, leaning back letting him suck my tits. Pushing him backwards, his recovered cock would make its way into my wet pussy as I grinded back and forth with him grabbing and smacking my ass. Just before I cum, he pulls me up and has me sit on his face. Bracing myself against the arms of the couch, I squat over his face as his tongue and fingers dig deep into my wet cunt. He circles my hard clit with his tongue; nipping at it as I let out a squeal of delight. Before I know it, I am squirting all over is beautiful face and he laps up my juice, kissing my pussy and gently blowing on it.

I get up to let him up and he leads me to his room where he bends me over his bed and begins pounding the back of my ass. I can feel his balls against my clit and I want to cum again. He reaches around and feels how hard it is and kisses my back. Just before he climaxes, he pulls his dick out and his hot cum squirts all over my back. He takes me to his shower where we spend the next forty minutes bathing each other and fucking against the shower wall.

When we are finished he wraps me in a towel and kisses my neck. I go into his room and sit on his bed to wait for him to join me. I notice he’s taking a few moments and I call out for him. He quickly comes back through the door, wrapped in his towel with my camera in hand.

“Stand up, ” he says.

Blushing, I do as he says.

“Now drop the towel.”

As soon as reach to loosen the towel, I hear the shutter click. He doesn’t let up with photos until the towel hits the floor. He then sits the camera down, drops his towel. Brad climbs on top and his hard dick instantly finds its way to my awaiting pussy. I cannot believe how wet I’ve already become. He wraps my legs around his  waist and violently thrusts away until we both cum together. He collapses on top of me and we fall asleep in each others arms.

Oh Thierry Henry, what did you have to go and do that for? You, of all people. Despite being a life-long Spurs supporter, I have always been a great fan of yours; you were one of those rare and special footballers it was always such a pleasure to watch, no matter which team you played for. One of those players who, despite all the greed and arrogance in modern football, made me remember why I fell in love with the Beautiful Game in the first place.

But then, in a crucial World Cup qualifier against the Republic of Ireland last week, you did a Maradona, and the poor old Republic unfairly went crashing out after neither referee nor linesmen spotted your blatant handball. And blatant it was too. Quite ridiculously so. You even compounded the offence with your comments after the game: “It was necessary to exploit what was exploitable”, you said, as if that somehow justified what was, without question, cheating. How could you?

However, Henry’s out-of-character double handball is not the first instance of blatant cheating in sport this year. In some cases, this cheating has just been childishly sad, as with the deliberate F1 crashes, while in others it has veered towards out-and-out fraud, as with the outrageous and notorious Harlequins ‘Bloodgate’ incident (and what with Quins being the rugby union side I support, this scandal made me particularly angry), and the recent Champions League match fixing arrests.

It is difficult to know how to remedy such examples of dishonesty, because if sportsmen and women – as with pretty much anyone else in any walk of life, unfortunately – think that there is the slightest possibility they might get away with it, they’ll try to do just that.

But with situations like that of Thierry Henry last week, there is a solution. It’s just that the footballing authorities, as usual, aren’t interested in it, despite the fact that it has been proven to work in other sports. FIFA and UEFA have their collective fingers in their collective ears, and are loudly singing “LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU” at anyone who mentions it. And they’ve been doing this for years now.

The solution is really quite obvious, to me, anyway: use video technology. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy-schmancy, but had there been even basic video technology in place last week, the on-pitch referee could have quite simply stopped the game (and stopped the clock) when the Irish players protested, then asked the video referee to have a quick look at the incident. It would have taken a matter of moments to reach a decision before the goal was given or not, as the case may be.

There are those who would argue that introducing video refs into football would disrupt the flow of the game. I can understand their concern to an extent, but they’re wrong. Yes, football is a fast game, a game of movement, but video refereeing needn’t disrupt that. For a start, the vast majority of the incidents it would be used for would be goal-related, or foul-related, when the game stops anyway. No flow to stop there.

And it has been proven that video refereeing does not disrupt the flow of one of the fastest games around. Rugby League has used the video ref system for some years now, and it works. If you’ve ever been to a Rugby League game, you’ll have seen the system in action, and you’ll know that it takes just moments for the video ref to make a decision and communicate it to the referee on the pitch. In fact, the fans’ brief, breathless wait for the decision to be made and to flash up on the scoreboard is actually half the fun of it – I can see that going down a storm in football.

And it must also be pointed out that the same system works well in Rugby Union, a slower game with more natural stops and starts than football or Rugby League, and a game with a strong sense of tradition which is less accepting of change than many other sports. If the RU authorities can happily accept the video referee system, why can’t the football authorities?

It’s not as if cost is the issue either. Football is one of the richest sports in the world, and European football is particularly wealthy. The initial investment in the necessary video technology and training for referees would be easily affordable, but it’s not about that, is it? This is all about vested interests, about what the authorities want – not what’s good for the game.

This is all about the outdated attitudes of those who run football, and their arrogant belief that they are right and that they know best. This is all about a bunch of old men (and yes, they are old, and yes, they are all men) who don’t seem to get the value that technology could bring to the game, who don’t seem to get that technology could help prevent the kind of scandals and controversies (like last week’s Henry incident) which go a long way to adding to the dreadful reputation football already has. And maybe that’s in their interests? Or not…

I still wasn’t actually sure that I was going to change D’s password.  I tried to go to sleep on the sofa, but finally gave it up.  And changed his email address.  It was just as simple to do as it was when I tried it with my other two accounts.  I forget what the security questions were, but I knew the answers but didn’t need to supply them!  If I’d have been an actual hacker (cough, cough) it would have been a much worse problem for D than it actually was.  I changed the password back to what it used to be.

In any event, all that time spent trying to sleep I was preparing myself for what I would find.  I was preparing myself for the very worst, and trying to imagine what the very worst could be – some kind of sexy emails that made it obvious they were having sex, or some very specific plans for their future, meaning he was leaving me – those were the worst things I could think of.  I truly expected to find nothing in D’s inbox, but a whole string of emails in his sent box, since that’s what he’s generally always done.

Yet, when I saw one unread email in his inbox, I wasn’t that surprised since the time was nearly 10:00 pm, around the time D and I had been talking in the garden.  I felt that he knew the jig was up and was avoiding using his computer after that, even though he had no inkling that I knew anything about Frances Marie Campbell. Still, I opened that email and had to spend a little time interpreting it.  First impression – the woman can’t spell!  And doesn’t even make an effort for her lover.  It was mostly a recitation of what she’d been doing during the evening (wotchin xfacter), and only two things surprised me, somewhat.  She asked him if he’d got the property she’d sent, which I took to mean that they were looking at properties together on-line, and the other, she wrote ‘i love you toooooooo’ and of course ended the email with lots of kisses.

Then I checked his sent box and was really surprised to find nothing there.  I gave it all a lot of thought and decided that it meant that, even though he’d changed the password, he didn’t feel safe – obviously, he’d emailed her at some earlier point and told her he loved her and then deleted it.  Seemed to me like he was reading her emails, responding and then deleting, just to be on the safe side.  He was even remembering to empty the trash (of course, my husband’s always been a good housekeeper).

What to do next?  I forwarded her email to myself and then deleted it from his account.  I made sure nothing was in the trash.  And I wrote her a long email pointing out to her, in summary, that if she ended up with my cheating lying husband, all that really meant for her was that he could end up being HER cheating lying husband.  I didn’t sent it, though, just saved it in my drafts.

It was 4:00 am by now, and I laid down and passed out cold until 7:00 when the phone rang.  I was so out of it I couldn’t figure out what it was and they were gone by the time I answered.  Tried to go back to sleep, but was now thinking about not wanting him to try to check his email before she sent him another one.  I felt the need to collect more evidence and wished I knew what his old password was because I’d change it back.  But, I knew that he’d delete anything he sent right away, so it wouldn’t pay.

Once I heard D moving around upstairs, I went up and told him I’d had a rough night (true) so slept on the sofa, but was feeling better now, and offered to get him a cup of tea.  He accepted and stayed put in bed, reading his fishing mags.  I came back up with the tea and climbed in bed with him.  I only waited a few minutes before I started talking to him.  I mentioned our conversation of the night before and how I really wished he’d be a little more forthcoming with me.

I told him I knew we were in trouble and that I was really sorry if there were emotional needs of his that I was not meeting, but that neither of us could do much for the other without some honesty and talking about things.  All of this seemed to make him nervous and he said ‘I’m not going to marriage counseling.’   So then I explained to him that there was a REAL reason I’d brought the subject up the night before and then proceeded to tell him about how I’d inadvertently got into his Facebook account the Sunday before and then I said “And who the hell is Frances Marie Campbell??!!!!” I thought he was going to have a heart attack!  But, still, he didn’t have much to say, other than that he was sorry, he just wasn’t good at talking about this kind of stuff…which just seemed like news to me.  We’d been talking about all kinds of emotional stuff for years, but I guess when you’re having an affair, it’s not the same.

I told him he needs to figure out how to talk about it, he needs to think about what he’s doing, and that I wouldn’t live in a loveless marriage.  He was really very quiet after that, and I got up and left the room to go get dressed and get started with my day…

This is a conversation I’ve had before, perhaps even four (or more?) times by now, and I know I’m always the one to bring it up.  It’s with Frank’s friend Vinny, whom he met perhaps 15 years ago through their mutual association with a certain state’s football team.

I’m actually not sure why I haven’t written more about Vinny, though I used to keep extensive notes on his myriad dating escapades and my pointed questions to him (in the tenor of, have you ever put yourself in her position? do you realize how crushing it is to find out someone’s cheating on you?  you do know you’re leading her on, right?  have you broken up with her yet?  do you ever experience guilt?).

I know, I know.  I’ve never pretended to be the perfect girlfriend.  In fact, from the very first time I was introduced to him about five years ago, I mentioned how I’d made serious mistakes and hoped he never hurt his girlfriend the way I’d hurt Frank.  But of course you can’t learn from others’ experiences and it’s not my job to change or force insight onto someone.  Yes, I know these things.

But I enjoy hearing his dating stories and, for better or worse, I can’t keep myself from being who I am and saying exactly what I feel.  As the narrator notes in Du Maurier’s My Cousin Rachel, “But what if we spoke the things we really thought?” (p. 345) Well, I already do and it’s the key to how to lose friends without really trying.

But this is the very reason Vinny respects me, because he knows exactly what I think of him at all times.  He explained that, though he himself is an opportunistic liar, everyone he knows is the same.

“So you don’t believe what I tell you?” I asked, disturbed by imagining the other people who populate his life.

“No, I believe you,” he said.

Beware slick surfaces

But then how can I trust him when I know he lies to everyone and doesn’t feel a scrap of compunction about doing so, being able to justify everything to himself?

Back to my original topic, the question I raised once again, more to myself than to Vinny, was why I didn’t have a crush on him.  I raised this question not because I did have a crush on him which I wanted to convince myself out of or because he thought I had a crush on him which I’m sure he doesn’t, but because, from his basic profile (he’s a handsome and successful consultant with a healthy bank account, everything a mother would want for her daughter) and from his experiences with women, I knew he was constantly breaking hearts and ruining plans of happily-ever-after for women who still hoped for such tidy endings.

Is he an alcoholic?  In fact, he’s not but a real live moderate drinker, though he has an odd attraction to women who cannot control their alcohol consumption.

Do I not have a crush on him because he hadn’t gone to a certain type of college?  Not at all, as I’ve been drawn to guys who hadn’t even gone to college at all.

Is it because I knew he was a horrible boyfriend?  No, because that hadn’t prevented me in the past from having crushes on guys I knew would inevitably hurt me (emotionally, that is).Is it because I found him boring?  No, I wouldn’t say that as we’ve always talked easily.  At least, I’ve blocked from my memory those times when I was painfully at a loss for what to say to him.

Is it because he didn’t understand why people would read fiction?  I could say this is a definite turn-off, but I didn’t know this before realizing I wasn’t drawn to him in particular.

I’d decided at the time that it was because he wasn’t attracted to me, so I felt no sexual tension around him, but then I have to admit to myself that I’ve been drawn to people who have looked straight through me, so I can’t use that as an explanation.

The real question isn’t why I’m not drawn to him, but why I continue to puzzle over this lack of attraction.

I shouldn’t put too tidy an answer to this question, but perhaps it’’s because I believe, if I were drawn to him, I’d be more normal.  I was, after all, raised to want someone who could provide for me and give me the trappings of security, however false that sense of security (considering he cheats on everyone he sees) and however inadequate the comfort his finances provide (money doesn’t buy self-awareness, peace of mind, taste, curiosity, or compassion–though it doesn’t preclude these things either).  Part of me is grateful I see beyond my mother’s ascetic notion of someone worthy of desire and sought someone whom I could trust and connect with intellectually and emotionally.  But another part, the part that’s still looking for approval despite my usually convincing myself I really don’t give a damn what others think of me, asks, it is okay to be happy with what I have with Frank, right?

Thankfully, not that it should matter, of course, Vinny does marvel at the connection Frank and I share and doesn’t at all question, as my parents do, why I chose him:

“Who else is gonna keep up with her?”

I love him for saying that.

And there it was, glaringly open and staring me in the face. I never knew pure text could reach through your chest and rip out your soul but as mine was extracted like a set of coloured handkerchiefs from a magicians pocket I couldn’t prevent my eyes from reading the sentences in front of me. He loves her, she loves him, she wants to look after him, he wants to marry her and take her away on a lavish honeymoon.

It’d been such a beautiful morning until that moment. I’d run 3 miles in glorious sunshine and then returned to take my son and his friend to the cinema. I’d been back home from the cinema drop long enough to make W a banana smoothie to recover from his long bike ride and then quickly threw him together some lunch before dashing back out of the door again to pick the kids up while he showered.

Now I was back home again, in the kitchen and just about to put some music on the computer when the screen he’d been using while I was out appeared from behind sleep mode. As my eyes fell across the words in his open email window my heart began to pound in my chest, my legs weakend and adrenaline fluttered through my body. My breath felt strangled and short like the next gasp might be the last.

I called W to the screen hoping there was some silly explanation to be given but as he looked at the email the colour drained from his face confirming everything I needed to know.

I’d been cheated on and left wishing the open window would be replaced by the open ground gaping wide to swallow me down.

High school was terrible. Many people have told me they would love to re-live their high school years. I would go crazy if I had to go through that again. If I knew what I knew now and went back, it wouldn’t be too bad.

I spent my weekend in my hometown in Oklahoma. I visited my dad, my grandma, and my best girl friend. It was great to see them, but being in that town makes me a bit sick. I dread running into someone I know, which is tough to avoid.

I had to take a few more boxes of my stuff that was still at Dad’s house. I got home last night, opened a box, and found a lot of old journals. I read through one of them from my junior year in high school. I was a HUGE idiot. I was completely obsessed with my boyfriend at that time. My life revolved around him. And he was a terrible boyfriend. He was insanely jealous, cheated on me, but then kept accusing me of cheating on him. I fought with my parents constantly over this guy. They wouldn’t let me see him. I lied constantly in hopes of being able to see him. I guess it was just the crazy teenager hormonal stuff. I’m not sure. I barely remember that part of my life. I don’t want to remember. I wrote in that journal about how depressed I was, how I wanted to die, how I couldn’t wait to be done with high school and be with my idiot boyfriend. Luckily, I realized he was an idiot before I graduated, but I still wasted a year and a half dating him. I spent that time constantly upset with my parents. One good thing about that time of my life? I lost a TON of weight. I enrolled in a weightlifting class and immediately lost around 30 lbs.

I sat on the couch with my boyfriend last night and was telling him how stupid I was in high school. It was weird to be reading that journal and suddenly be back in that part of my life where I was extremely upset, then look up and around my apartment. I’m grateful to be where I am now. High school doesn’t have to define you at all. I’m not that person anymore. I like a lot of the same music, but that’s it.

I have to wonder though – am I making bad decisions again in my life? How do I know? I’m not a teenager anymore, so hopefully I’m not too blinded right now. It’s easy to look back and see the mistakes, but how do I know about right now this very moment?

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its bad enough that you had to meet your spouse online and it went pear-shaped, waiting now a definite -this is it moment to finalise your separation from him…its worse when he tries to sugar you up, make you think maybe things can get better when behind your back he’s up to no good…

i have this thing against all these social networking websites…like facebook for one…i could use it to keep in touch with my mates at work, from uni and high school -all good pure intentions of course but its not so great when you find out your estranged husband has kept one for himself too and he happened to have more of chicks mostly of whom he had previously tried to hook up with in previous sites lie hi5 but of which he claims they had automatically accepted him all because he signed up to facebook…

i just agree with this news article of how cheating husbands should be whipped for breaking up families…

http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/odd/6371936/cheating-husbands-should-be-whipped/

http://news.theage.com.au/breaking-news-national/infidelity-rife-in-cybersex-world-study-20090924-g3qd.html

but even if you whip someone as notorious of ayman, would it even sink in especially when they don’t know what it means to be loyal, faithful, monogamous…especially if they lived in muslim societies that promotes male whores like in egypt -to think they can hook up with as many women as they like and after doing the haram/shit -they try to make it islamic/halal…and whats ironic is, ayman forgets how his older half siblings resent his very own existence, how much shit they’ve stirred his mum and other siblings from his mum for being offsprings of his dad’s 2nd wife…

so i’ve asked ayman since he shamelessly think there’s nothing wrong in having girlfriends on the side whilst he’s still married, i’ve asked him to bring witnesses to note the islamic talaq…

http://www.islamology.com/Overview/Women/islam&Divorce.htm

i know ayman has a right to see his kid but i prefer baz not know a pathetic example like him as a male role model to live up to…or else he’ll grow up not knowing what a conscience is…

I remember the day when I learned you cannot trust the textbooks they give you in school. It occurred to me the other day, kind of randomly.

I was in my eighth-grade American History class. I absolutely loved this class, and I did quite well in it. The teacher was a great guy; he was passionate and smart and clearly enjoyed his work. He had this tendency to wear odd ties. I remember he had this great Beatles-”Yellow Submarine” tie he would wear once in awhile. He also thought it was the height of humor to call people by other names, especially if they wearing a sports jersey for the New England Patriots. He called me “Drew” once (as in Bledsoe).

We were studying the American Revolution, and I was loving every minute of it. Those great men! Adams, Washington, Jefferson, Franklin; what would it have been like to be alive amongst such men?! They were so enlightened, so brave, so intelligent! I liked to imagine that I was somehow the second-coming of Mr. Jefferson: quiet, intelligent, musically-inclined, and red-headed. Yes, I was a total history geek (and still am, pretty much).

Reading in our textbooks, we came to the section on the Sons of Liberty. There was a short sentence or two about the sister-organization of the Sons of Liberty (if you excuse the pun) called the “Daughters of Liberty.” I take it that we were supposed to feel good about the colonials equal-opportunity revolution, and that the female students were supposed to feel empowered.

The teacher stopped the class as we read that section, and took a deep breath.

“Now, I have nothing against women, and I totally support equal rights for them,” he began. We were a bit confused about this, as no one really assumed that he was a sexist or anything.

He took another breath. “But, I have to tell you this: there was no such thing as the ‘Daughters of Liberty.’ That is a complete fabrication.”

He then went on for a few more minutes, talking about women’s rights, the struggle for independence and equality, etc. But I was too dumbfounded to pay much attention.

Why would a history textbook insert such a glaring historical error? I mean, it’s not like they could have accidentally inserted it into the text; it had to be deliberate!

It would take a number of years before I really started to learn about questioning the information I took in. By the time I graduated high school, I had become a little better in knowing when a textbook, a documentary, or even a teacher, was trying to manipulate me into an opinion. College was a little harder, as the sophistry was more complicated and subtle, but I like to think that I am a decent critical thinker at this point.

Still, it was a jarring moment for me: a book, something that was supposed to give me knowledge, lied to me.

It was not a fun experience. But it certainly was useful.

Editor’s Note: I just remembered that I cheated on a quiz in this class. It was kind of by accident: we were supposed to memorize all the US presidents, and I had been practicing in my notebook, trying to develop some kind of muscle memory of their names, I guess. When I took out my notebook for the quiz, I happened to open it a few pages before my practice sheet. I was able to read some names before the teacher told me to put away my notebook. Sorry that I lied to you guys the other day, and sorry Mr. McGrath!