Over the decades since, I’ve gone over our strange relationship in my mind thousands of times, trying to figure out just what was really going on. I... I’d become a psychiatrist, maybe I’d have a chance at coming to a retroactive diagnosis for what this really was, and a possible solution. But I wasn’t a shrink and those days were far in the past and never to be relived. In the present, I was happily married, a family man, and had to admit a indulging in a small guilty pleasure that Ruth was not. I was not sure; but I thought I knew those green eyes…The leather traced my nipples and they got even harder. Then without warning, she whipped one of my boobs, right on the nipple. I let out a gut loud scream and I heard more comments from the chat room. She whipped my other boob next and continued to alternate between tickling and whipping my hardened nipples…My body was a bit confused, I did not know whether to love or hate the sensation since she did not give my body any time to adjust to. My ass was so sore from sitting up studying all night between my floor and springy bed, then for more than an hour in class.I stood while Coach reviewed the emerging choreography.Sherrie sat at my feet, her long sinewy legs stretched out in front and crossed at the ankle.My eyes traced the emaculate white laces perfectly laced then to her perfectly perched high pony tail and smoothed back curls. I wanted to pull of her shoes and unloose her hair. I wanted to shaked her free and run barefoot. One morning while we were going to work, we climbed down the stairs to the gate, I saw a man topless scratching the hair on his chest looking at the motor. He seemed to be shocked to see us first. He then smiled at us. There was an evil grin to it.Neha smiled back. New tenants, he asked. Yes Neha replied. Do you like the house? Like it very much replied Neha. Come sometime for coffee in our house when you are free , said the topless man, still rubbing his chest. He had a dhoti.He had a sacred.