Entrance pe chota sa garden hai aur bungalow ke piche ek bada garden hai jisme ek pool aur ek jhula bhi laga hai. Humare bungalow ke sabhi sides pe g...ane ped hai. Garden ke end pe ek chota door hai fencing ke pass.Use gate se hum garden ke bahar ja sakte hai. Waha pe ek chota rasta hai jo dur kisi gao ko jata hai. Aur raste ke side pe bade khet hai dur dur tak, aur khet ke bad ghane jungle jaisa hai. Raat ko dur dur tak koi lights nahi dikhti.Humare bungalow mein 5 bedroom, ek kitchen, ek. "Whatever," she said, sitting up. "I'll figure it out later. Right nowI'm going to get some clothes on." With that, she hopped to her feet and began to gather up her clothing. "Ill be right back," she said, heading towards her bedroom. "Feel freeto watch TV or something." I watched her as she left, still trying to process what had justhappened. Lethargically, I pulled myself up from the floor and began to put my pants back on. I left my shirt off, but grabbed it as I slumped down on the sofa. . ..I followed the man in the Caddy until he reached what I supposed was his house, and then copied his license and the address. I watched as he walked to the front door and went inside. He appeared to be just an average middle age man like I was. What did Ann see in him? Why did she dress as she did for him and not me any more?By the time I got home I was seething. I spent the afternoon calling old friends, calling in favors. I was going to get to the bottom of this and fast. I had several old. The entire neighborhood loved me. They looked upon me as their knight, evermore gleaming in the flawless armor of Christ. What they did not know was that I changed my name to Alex Peters every night and sneaked out to film porn in various hotels. The moon was dragged halfway the sky by an unseen gravity. Hills towered steeply in the distance, black as the cosmos even with soft light twinkling everywhere. I ghosted out of my apartment, a low-pitched clink following my ankle-strapped stilettos. A.