.Uske wajah se mujhe kaam karne me prb ho rhi thi…Tabhi rima samne aayi.. Nd mere bareye me puchi..Normal se hi hello types conversation hua, fir ky... karte ho..Nd achanak se usney pucha aisey ghoor kyu rahey the… Mai toh sharm me marey pura lal hogaya tha..…Us time room me koi nhi tha… Sab next room me chit chat kar rahe the…Maine mauka patey hi apna ek visiting card diya…Usne ek cute si smile dekar chali gai…Fir maine bhi apna kaam compelete karke ghar janey laga..Ghar pahucha toh whatsapp pe. She smiled, seeming a little amused at my performance. But it was a good-natured smile and I felt the urge to laugh at myself with her."You know what you should do?" she asked. I realized she now was looking devious."What?" Fair is fair." She was still smiling. "You should spy on John and me."I stared at her. Somehow her words made perfect sense. Bob had no idea we'd been watched, and neither did Fiona's husband, John.Nine hours later, in a light drizzle, I was peeking in their kitchen window.. Miranda kept the beer flowing and became increasingly loud and salt-of-the-earth, the Spanish music pouring out of an old CD player in what seemed to me an endless stream of the same thing. She was good company, though, and eventually we were dancing cheek to cheek in the warm, smoky dusk. Miranda was warm and womanly. She cuddled and rubbed herself against me and her hands roamed my back. She certainly wasn't playing hard to get and I wondered if that was because we had escaped from the tiny. He could understand fully why she got away fromthat place. She knew what she wanted and did what she needed to do to getaway. James held on to all of this longing for years, never letting thefamily know and enduring the constant abuse they gave him. He had toendure, if only for the hope that he may one day find his mother again.In school, his classmates tormented him over his father's gender change.Teachers didn't bother to stop the abuse and those that did were overruledby principals who saw.