Life has been really hard on me. I was arranged marriage to my ex-husband, Hitesh. Times were beautiful for first two years of marriage, but things ch...nged as I became pregnant. I had to leave my job. Hitesh gradually changed as time passed. He stopped taking any interest in me.I used to take care of my baby and home all day. Hitesh used to switch on tv, watch news, do other things and then go to sleep. Conversation between us was dying. He just wouldn’t notice me. He made love to me very. .." If only. I saw Her a couple of times again as I waited on the corner in my mac. One time I could see She was talking to Her friend about me, and Her friend was looking and laughing. I could only dream what She might have said ("that pervy-looking bloke in his mac is a right wanker, shot his load seeing me in my low-cut top"........"oh my god, what a perv, he looks like a perv, look at the way he's ogling us, ha, ha, ha!")?I was delivering some stuff to a rehearsal room once, and there was. “Come upstairs and I’ll show you what I have.” Katya leads Chelsea upstairs. They get to the bedroom. There’s an air mattress on the floor with a padded sleeping bag on top of it and a pillow. “This is awkward. The only way we can both stay warm is if you share the sleeping bag with me. It’ll be tight, but I promise we’ll be very warm.”“You’re right. We’ll be keeping each other warm. Do you want me get in first or do you want to be on the inside?”Katya gets in the bag and Chelsea takes off the. Now I searched for the same landmarks that got me through the tumbling ill-mannered traffic of the daytime hours. A glimpsed doubled golden arch, wan as it struggled for the warmth of it’s reputation, sent me down one street towards a half recognised darkened building, black in the shadows. Even the traffic lights that slowed my approach seemed slowed by the cold night as a chocolate bar wrapper performed a slow aerial ballet spiralling first up then down on the gathering air. The buildings.