”When they made no attempt to show me tickets, I pulled the folded hundred dollar bills out of my pocket and asked, “Are you members and collectin... for the new Mosque down town? I want to make a donation.”I deliberately used my left hand so she would have to take the money with her right hand that was still in her pocket. I was sure it was on the trip button.No women can resist money unless they had so much it did not matter; even one that was going to die, unable to spend it. She took her. Sever cut business suit and shoes with a two-inch heel. Hair up in an unbecoming bun and almost no make up. A last minute smile as she put her underpants in her purse and then she left the house.There had been a change over the last week. It was almost as if the men who rode the train with her every day knew that she would be moving soon and wouldn't be taking that train anymore. Three days ago, for the first time, the men had moved in on her on the morning ride and she had given her first west. Isliye aisehi roz Facebook, WhatsApp aur ISS ye hi meri life hai. Kyoki main engineering kar raha tha main gharse bahar hi rahta tha. Mere gharpe meri mom hi rahti jo ki papa ka business sambhalti hai.Papa ki death huye abhi 10 sal ho chuke hai isliye abhi gharpe hum dono hi log hai. Mom aur mere bich mein 3 year pahle bahut bada jhagda hua tha. Isliye ab hum 3 year se koi bat nahi karte the. Mom sirf monthly mere account mein paise transfer kar deti thi. Jo ki bahut jyada hote the isliye mujhe. I let myself in via the back door. The house seemed quiet so I waited for a minute hoping for a clue about where she was. Hearing none I moved to the hall door and was just about to call out when I heard the unmistakable sounds of a pornographic video coming from the front room. If I had been a gentleman I would have called out to warn her that I was there and made some excuse to go back to the car for something e.g. “Need to check I locked” it or something. However since I am not I crept up to.