Not that there was anything wrong with it. Not at all he had no problems with the concept of wrecking homes, and there was nothing wrong nothing wrong about slutting out, he rather encouraged people towards that. More love and all of that for everyone. There was this theory of sexual repression as the cause of all the violence in the world, and he wanted people to play their part for global peace.
It involved his friend and any instability in his greater social circle would be tricky. You'd have to choose between partners then the gang would do everything twice eventually one of them would move on or the group would partition forever. Either way it would involve a lot of extra work and energy for him. This had to be stopped.
He tapped on her shoulder. Barely a touch, the air underneath his hands could have informed her of his presence. What's up, she asked. Hii, he said, I'm uhh Suresh, and I'm good friends with -- he said pointing at that direction with his chin as he took a sip of his beer -- that guy, you know. His wife who is one of our good friends is not very open with things like this, I thought you might like being introduced to our other friends. Who are very single and ready to mingle. With all the different expectations and uhh you know.
She looked up at him. Do you want to sit down, she said, I don't want to talk to your hairy chest.
Twenty minutes later she was in tears in his arms.
He should have let the guy cheat on his wife. He sighed.
I have an idea, he said, it won't fix everything with your life but you're going to love it I just know it. Come with me.
As she fixed her eyeliner on her mini-makeup mirror, he took her hand across the busy dance floor and into the private area they had reserved for the party. He waved at the group, and pointed at the guy with checkered shirt and large black framed glasses. Come here, he mouthed, signalling with his palms.
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