After 2 hrs I got a reply from one profile. Her name was Swathi. We started talking and then later she told me that she is 35 and married have a kid. ...he said that her husband is working in Bangalore. We then started talking normally. One day I told her that I’m going to uninstall wechat cos it’s making my phone slow (lied) so asked her for her phone number. She then shared her number. We started talking over the phone daily.After a week, she called and asked me if I do a favor for her. Asked. I quickly looked around and found the remote on the bedside table and slowly turned it up.“…just want to go home.” My wife said as the volume got loud enough to hear but not carom down the hall. “I don’t feel like partying again. Last night was a mistake.” She was in her loose shorts and tee-shirt and was hugging herself.“You didn’t have fun last night?” Natalie asked with some hurt in her voice.“No, I’m not saying that.” She replied trying not to hurt Natalie’s feelings. “I’m just saying it. ”“Well, it’s only been a few hours,” he laughs, disguising the fact that he is thinking about her. “How are you doing?”“Fabulous,” she answers. “I wouldn’t trade today for anything on this world of the next. My whole body is still reminding me of you. Are you free for dinner tonight?”“Does dinner include food?” he asks. “I seem to have used up the energy I had from breakfast.”“Of course it means food,” Lucy says sarcastically. “I’m not a nympho. I’ll even let you pick the place.”“I don’t know. Wore a light-coloured dress and continued to get ready. I had to look presentable for a "friend". After all, he was the one who volunteered to help me. Okay. The least I can do is to be an eyecandy for him. Yes, I am bad.At 10am, the movers arrived and started to load my stuff. As I was making a few final arrangements with my old landlord, my phone rang."Hey beautiful, I'm already here." It's Peter. My heart pounded and I got so excited that I hurriedly surrendered the keys to my ex-landlord..