Tantric Sex for the Determinedly Single. Sarah Salway

Your mother had always loved India, although she'd never been there. Your father had once, during the war. Crowds, he'd said when you'd begged him to tell you about it. Hot, he admitted when you pleaded for more.      India is full of Indians, your mother had agreed. But it doesn't matter because they are always so polite. Even with a country she had read about only in newspapers, she was always happiest to be the authority. A boy like you would learn to behave properly there, she said.      Manners, your father…