The only things good about that place was relationships, freinds, art, and debate. at least for me. to much work, not enough play.now, there are a sup...ising number of homosexual men and women in this town. yeah, my towns ruled by homophobes and racist, but just look how many gay people and minorities there are? irony, thy name is fort smith.anyway, no matter the fact that its mainly lesbian and bisexual women, i was able to find a guy who liked me, and his name was miguel. he was a great guy,. I said its secret… She said she knows who she is… I asked who… She said leave the matter.. And after sometime she asked whats my inention on her… I said nothing… She said that she knows that i always stare at her… I just kept silent…She said even i like the way you stare at me and said even i stare at you as you do to me…. I was happy and was just waiting for her to proceed…. She said her husband is not having interst in sex…. He goes early morning at 4 to hotel and comes back at night 12… So. We disembarked with every intention of making it back in plenty of time to catch our ride 'home'.We didn't make it back in time, but the fun of the story is telling you why we didn't make it.The area surrounding the Triomphe was even more packed than the strip near the Rouge had been. I cannot begin to fathom a guess at exactly how many people had gathered in celebration on that New Year's Eve night, but it was many thousands of people. It seemed like every person in the entire city had come. ”“Iron my clothes Naeem, I feel like dressing properly today.”“Make some tea for me Naeem, I feel for some jalebis.”“Get me some jalebis Naeem, to go with the tea.”To make my position really subservient, “Rub some oil on my feet Naeem, they are burning.” Or, “Naeem, see if you can cut my toe nails, they seem to be very long.”She would even call me from her room during the night and say, “Bring me some water Naeem, I feel thirsty.”I dreaded her visits but I was living with my maternal.