Miriam was sitting on his couch having a drink with his wife.“Ralph, honey, I know you know Miriam. Come in a say hello.”“I’m not sure I’ve ...ver met her before.” The words came out sounding almost calm, but inside he was panicking. Miriam was someone he never expected to see in his house. She was nothing more than a dirty little secret he had been fulfilling on the side. “What the hell was she doing here?” he thought furiously.“But of course you know her. You’ve been carrying on with her and. And unfortunately she didn’t get some documents at moment so stayed back and she got work so much in her office too after her promotion. We talked about old times and who we all met lately and exchanged numbers too. It was just casual friendly chat.I told about my work and tough life and not getting married yet. I asked about her life when she planned to go to US and other things around. I reached home and she hers and I got her message of her getting home. We thought we would go together on. ” For the next few minutes he went about his duties and tried to familiarize himself with the immaculate kitchen. He laid out a selection of various teas on a small plate and returned to the living room so that Mistress could make a choice. He was hoping that this little added touch would please her, but if it did she did not let on. Mistress merely made a choice and dismissed Stephanie back to the kitchen. Stephanie was mildly hurt by her lack of appreciation; he moved onto phase two and. College of course, was different. It was full of adults who were beyond that type of behavior. There, I got picked on and laughed at because I was the fat woman.Out here in the real world, surprisingly things are the same. The difference is that they hide it. Women stand around the coffee machine and have little conversations that I'm not invited to. I've over heard them talking about me. And the jokes are the same as they've always been.The men are worse than the women. Or they used to be. All.