Chapter 6: Understanding Begins

Over the next several weeks I began to observe a pattern in the movements of Marsha and Leon at the club. It didn't mater if we happened to go on a Friday night or a Saturday night, we would find Leon and Chilly already at the bar. The evenings always started out the same, Marsha and I would would go talk to Leon and Chilly for a few minutes and then I would begin wondering around the bar trying to decide which of the women in attendance I would invite upstairs that evening.

Now you would think that it would be easy to keep track of Leon and Marsha but it was actually quite difficult. The bar was always busy on the weekends and people were always coming and going in and out of the bar. When you saw someone leave the room you were never sure if they were going upstairs to meet someone for a romp in the sheets or if they were just headed to bathroom. This is all made more difficult by the fact that I didn't want them to know I was watching them, so I could not stare at them, and there was the distraction of the conversations I would get into with different people as I wondered around the room. I could only peek in their direction occasionally and sometimes I would find that one of them had already left the bar without my seeing them so I couldn't tell for sure when they left or how long they had been gone.

One thing I did make note of was that Leon would never leave the bar before Chilly had left. Marsha would sometimes leave before Chilly sometimes after and often not until Leon had left the bar before her.

This certainly wasn't proof that Marsha and Leon were up to anything, but it didn't lead me to any other conclusion. I figured that Leon always waited for Chilly to leave so she wouldn't know what he and Marsha were up to. I had proof of nothing, but my suspicions were beginning to drive me crazy.

One night a couple of months ago I was standing at the bar pretending that I was having an interesting conversation with another member when Chilly left the room. Marsha and Leon were both still in the bar and as I waited to see who would leave first I saw Marsha walk over to Leon and whisper something to him, and then she walked out of the bar.

As Marsha went out the door, Leon stood up and moved to the bar and started talking to a couple of women who were standing there. He talked for about five minutes then he turned and left the room. I wanted to follow him but I knew it would be very difficult for me to follow without him seeing me.

When Leon was gone I took my drink and sat at a table by myself so that I could try and sort things out in my mind. I had been sitting only a few minutes when someone sat down next to me. When I looked up to see whom it was I found myself looking into a pair of the darkest eyes I had ever seen. Those dark eyes belonged to an Indian woman I had often seen at the club, sitting by herself in the bar.

She said, "Hello. I am Sanjana."

I said, "I am George. How are you?"

Sanjana said, "I am sorry to interrupt you but I couldn't help but notice the way you were watching your wife. I sense that something is wrong."

"You notice that I was watching her?" That worried me. I wondered how many others in the bar had noticed.

Sanjana said, "Oh yes. I notice this many times when you are here. Do you not want your wife with other men?"

I stammered, "No... Ah... Well, it's hard to explain."

Sanjana said, "I understand. We don't have to talk about it."

She spoke softly and her voice was very soothing to me. As I said earlier, I had seen her around but I had never taken a close look at her. She was quite attractive with her jet-black hair, smooth dark skin, and those nearly black eyes.

As she talked she looked directly into my eyes for just a brief moment then she looked down, almost as if she were ashamed. Then she whispered, "Would you like to go upstairs with me?"

I was a little shocked that she asked me to go upstairs, especially after such a short introduction, but I told her I would love too.

I let her go first and waited five minutes before I followed. I had to go all the way to the third floor to find her waiting in one of the bedrooms. While I was closing the door, Sanjana crossed to the bed and sat down. As I walked over to her I sensed that she was uneasy so I asked if something was wrong.

Sanjana said, "I am a little nervous here with you."

I said, "Why. I am not going to hurt you and coming up here was your idea. We don't have to stay if you are uncomfortable, we can go back downstairs if you like."

"No. I want to stay."

"Then tell my why you are nervous."

Sanjana said, "I have not been with a man in several months."

I said, "What? How long? Several months? How can that be? I see you here almost every week? Oh... Do you mean that you have been having sex with a woman?"

"No. No sex at all. I explain. My husband say that it would be good for us to join this club so we join. On our first night I have to have sex with two men at the same time. One is between my legs the other in my mouth. I didn't like it and tell my husband I want to quit but he wouldn't let me.

"When he said we were not quitting I told him that I would not have sex with the other men and he told me that if I didn't I wouldn't have sex with anyone. Since that night my husband has not been with me. I mean he has not had sex with me."

I was shocked and had no idea what to say. Finally I managed to ask, "Why do you come with him then?"

"I have to come with my husband. When we get here he goes off with other woman and I just sit and wait till he is ready to go home."

I said, "If you hate this so much why are you here with me right now?"

"Because, each time I come I think, 'Maybe I do it tonight.' But I don't do it because I don't like the men I see. But tonight you looked like you felt as uncomfortable as me and I start to think maybe I have sex with you. Do you understand?"

I said, "I don't know why, but somehow I think I do understand."

I sat next to her on the bed and began to gently massage her shoulders. She tightened up at first but then began to relax as I massage harder and deeper. I was soon working on her back and I began to kiss her on the neck, which she seemed to like. I told her that it would be easier for me to massage her if I could remove her blouse. In a very small voice Sanjana said, "Okay."