On the last possible day, One split from her compadries and headed in to the nearest town worthy of the name. She made good time and was in the market...square shopping like a mad woman when the fancy dressed man stopped for fresh vegetables.Well ... hello, she said to herself. Fancy meeting you here.One is quite pretty when she wants to be. A little fancy maneuvering, one thing led to another and she managed to drop an over ripe tomato on Mr. Excitement's fancy dress boots."Fucking Bloody Cow,". I know." He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt. I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from his father. I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that moment. Perhaps I could use this opportunity."I did everything for you and the kids." I gripped his hand. "Do you hate me for that?" No," he replied immediately, "I don't hate you." Then why don't you talk to me? Why don't you make love to me? Why don't you act like my husband." I can't." Why. She stopped to hold the door for me as I was taking a load of boxes to the street. The light came in behind her silhouetting a beautiful figure and a riot of short curly hair. “Lucky girl” I thought with just a smidge of envy. My 5’8” frame is rather more generously curved than fashion dictates and my long brunette hair takes an army of stylists equipped with an arsenal of product to hold a curl. I came face to face with her and was able to see her fully and almost gasped. She was just. .. and walking some more. We migrated further and further away from all of the hordes of people gathered and partying, and we hardly looked back. We walked away from the fun, walked away from the drinking and walked away from where all of the action was at.The further we got from the Triomphe the thinner the crowds became. I'm not sure exactly where we were at, or what we were headed toward, but there were buildings, some of them looked like apartments, some of them businesses of different.