I was in a stall, if someone had checked to see if anyone was in the bathroom they wouldn’t of noticed me. Oops. I stood up and walked to the door, ...pening it cautiously.The bar seemed empty and closed. It was mostly dark, illuminated only by a few neon beer signs, but I could see that the chairs had all been put on top of the tables. The music had been turned off. I noiselessly crept a few steps forward, desperately trying to formulate my next move. And then, to my utter and complete surprise. As he strutted towards me, I could almost hear the drums and fifes he must have heard in his mind. When he was about a yard from me, he stopped and put his fists on his hips. His head was tilted back, and with a sneer, on his lips, he looked me up and down.Nothing was said.A minute passed, and still, nothing was said.When a second minute passed, he lost patience, “Well?” He loudly proclaimed.“Well, what? It’s your credit bub, what do you want?”“I am Percival B. Fitzhume. I represent the. So coming to the main story my wife who have a beautiful body with 34 26 34 will little chubby having fair complexion just looking like an south Indian heroine anybody who see her just imagine to share a bed with her. I always has a suspect of my wife character one fine day I found her mobile with her ex boy friend number in her call log I was very shocked & did not questioned her further I left the matter there itself but one crazy thing was always going on my mind whether she is having any. ‘Stop talking yourself under a rock.’ ‘You need to like yourself, Kayla.’ ‘You need to try. Something at least.’ Kayla wanted to shake her head and almost wondered where the tiny loudspeaker was. Just what the hell kind of sappy movie was she playing through her mind here anyway? She looked at the bikini again and wondered when they’d started selling the things in separate pieces since she hadn’t bought one in so long. She shook her head and thought that they could sugar coat it any way that.