“He changed after we got married. He ran down the business within six months and we were left with nothing. He womanizes and even beats me sometimes... I ran over to Abuja to stay with my Aunty for a while until he comes to his senses and gets his life in other.” I was angry and wished I could get my hands on her husband, but I didn’t let her know. “I want you to know that you can ask for anything you ever want,” I said to her as I hugged her. Talking about her husband had brought tears to her. . I was the woman who came to the bar several times a week, but never brought her husband. I ran this information through my mind as I decided who I appeared to be to the rest of the world. I dressed suggestively, but never went home or even had extended conversations with men, so I guess I wasn't an overt tramp. I drank quietly, introspectively and alone, so more likely something was not quite right at home. But to be a married woman, I would have to conjure stories of house and husband for. It happened on a one fine Friday. That day my family went to native to attend a marriage. I was alone at home. At evening by 6.30 power gone and I came out looking for Shruthi to spend some time with her. I directly went inside her home and asked with Shuva about Shruthi she said that Shruthi was sleeping as she was tied with her School fest competition. That was the first time wen I visited their home. I said no problem and turned back to go out. Suddenly she called me by name. She turned. He held out the key and Mike took it. Mike turned back to me with the key in his hands, balling it up like so much paper.I got up. "We're not finished Mike. You want to go back down those steps you'll have to do better than that."He grinned. "Fine. I've been looking for a good workout." He started walking back toward me. He wore only a pair of shorts, not even shoes. If he knew how to fight, I would too soon.I watched his movements speed up and my adrenaline slowed him back down. Just like my.