So, Miss Saint, are you goingto trust me with your background and how you got to be such a mixedcollection of virtues?"This woman knew something, obvi...usly had something that got her whereshe was, and was extremely easy to get along with. Did I tell hereverything? Would it help in any way? Was it going to be worth it?Would she be able to offer me anything if she couldn't trust me, butwould my story help her to trust me or would she laugh me off. Janhadn't recognised me, and was still unsure. She was caressing my hair, and I smelt her aroma.I don’t know what happened to me and i kissed her neck. She just lost her control and she took my name in my ears. I was mad after that. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair were loose and were falling. I kissed her nose. She just collected all the strength and pulled me over her to kiss her.We kissed for about 7-8 min and then we opened our eyes. We both knew that we would not be able to stop now. We keep touching and hugging each other,. We started off again after about 30 minutes and most of the passengers were sleeping by then we started off again and this time I pulled out her saree which was neatly folded inside. I then removed the dhagga and then pulled it all the way down. Imagine this and it seems like a fantasy but we did this as we’re both drunk. By then I was already desperate enough to fuck her but the problem was, the little boy sitting in front of us with his mother woke up and started looking around and was. But, then I changed my mind. I put a small framed picture I had of my Henrietta up next to her ashes on the mantle.It had been two weeks almost to the day since I’d lost her. It was a Friday morning. And this time, they didn’t call; they just showed up, the two of them: my ex-wife and my ex-daughter.They’d kind of surprised me, but I recovered from my surprise more or less suddenly, smiled, and welcomed them in—sort of.“Well if it isn’t my ex-wife and my ex-daughter. Come together to gang up on.