Instead, I pointed to certain pictures in the textbook open in front of me, on the desk. "Here, these diagrams and the accompanying text describe this subject so beautifully."
A bit of background needed at this point. I am in my early 40s, a doctor, happily married; recently joined a teaching Institute. The PostGraduate students would be assigned to individual Professors for mentoring. And so she came into my life. Married, in her early 30s, pretty Deepthi. Right from the start, her eyes seemed to touch base with me. Never had I experienced this feeling since marriage. My mentoring role brought us closer. She was generally the shy type. To me, she started opening up about her domestic issues – husband not caring, in-law trouble etc. The proverbial shoulder to cry on was mine. That much was fine. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor - student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice. Was I imagining things? Was I entertaining wrong thoughts at this age?!
As a faithful husband, it was my wife that I turned to, for advice. She was mildly amused. "These things happen, just a passing infatuation, I'm sure." She responded with a slightly naughty smile. "Just don't get physical, Ok." "You are the tops, sweetheart," I replied in relief, gently squeezing her ample behind. One good deed leads to another and we ended up in bed, for a satisfying round of conjugal bliss.
"Mmm," my wife mumbled. "Looks like someone is really turned on by outside influences. You were a real tiger today."
