It’s your key, not a spare.”My eyes widened at this. “Really?” Oh, my God! He gave me a key to his apartment! Jack grinned at me. “Just how ...any other women have keys to your apartment?” I teased.“Well, there is this middle-aged Mexican woman, gray hair, a little chubby, but be nice if you meet her.”“Your cleaning lady?” Jack’s place was clean, but he still needed a woman’s touch.“My mother!” Jack laughed at this.I kissed Jack and left. Our schedules were such that I wouldn’t see him again. I followed a large dark machine taking a man to work. I was able to learn more of his language and customs. In a moment I was learning from others. These people were busy trying to find ways to promote themselves while negating their rivals. I felt sad for the race and the situation that would promote this.When the closest jewellery opened, I was the first customer in. A good looking woman dressed in what I saw to be clothing befitting her clientele came to me to shoo me out of the store.I said. It must have been somebody else standing close to us. It could be just your feeling too. Maybe you brushed against a pillar or something.Meghna: Well okay, I guess it was just that then. But I just wanted to tell you, I loved the way you pressed my ass cheek.Arnav: What? What did you just say?Meghna: Exactly what you read. I loved it when you groped my ass and continued feeling me up in front of all those people.Arnav: Meghna Aunty, I am so sorry. I just lost my control. I did not mean. 'She shrugged, 'There wasn't much more than what I told you over the phone. It just wasn't the right time. He'll get over it eventually, although he didn't take it so well when it happened. But who cares about that, so Stella just dumped you out of the blue?'I nodded, 'Yep, she disappeared right after she got the call, over to this girl's house. A girl she was sort of sleeping with, I might add. When I finally got through to her she said it was over. I hate her for it, but at the same time I.