" Keep the faith that they won't always have to go. Hey, are we going to spend all morning in bed? I need coffee."John Roberts pulled into my wrecking...yard just a little after nine. He did have a full pickup load of boxes. There was enough weight from the thirty-four boxes in the truck that it sagged the springs. I had purchased a garden shed and put it on some level gravel next to my office. The boys helped unload the boxes. They seemed anxious to please and really hustled. All the boxes were. So I thought I should just lay low from you for a while until things calm down between us.” God I hate meeting someone you use to fuck.As if someone flip a switch in her brain the tone in her voice change. “Well it's alright. You know I could never get mad at you.”“That’s good, I guess.”“Did you miss me sweetie pie?” Megan asked in a joyful tone.“Yeah, he missed you. One night he cried over the fact you left.” How could I miss this crazy bitch I cried because she took all my underwear? “You see. "Mm," was the sound that came out of Martha's mouth as she smiled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she added."Oh really?" I said, curious. Something about the way they had exchanged glances had suggested an intimacy. Was it possible Martha had a gay streak?Martha laughed. "I can see that your imagination is running away with you. Believe me, you don't want to know."I wondered whether she was egging me on. I decided to come right out with it. "You're gay."She laughed out loud, but the. She is in the 40s but looks like the 30s. Then she called me finally on Friday night and said that she is in Bangalore. She asked me whether I am free on Saturday. I said yes.The next morning we met near Orion at noon and went to a restaurant and had a nice lunch. Oh my God! She was wearing a black sleeveless top with blue jeans. I was shocked to see her at this angle. We had a normal discussion like how everything is going on.She was in Bangalore to attend some marriage and she told me that.