“Look here,” she said, holding the magnifier over the offending paragraph. “See?”“If you would hold still I might be able to see. Right now ... bicycle going down the 174 Spanish Steps of Rome would have less vibration,” I said. “Gimmie that!”I grabbed the handle and looked. Sure enough ... A hero’s companion is meant to accompany the hero and is not bound by the three week cooling off period.“See,” she crowed trimphantly. “I could have gone...” she snatched book and glass out of my hand ... and. Later I came to know about all this by my Meena atha as after I went to her house, Prathima aunt came to meet Meena atha as usually and started to weep her family n financial problems to her and how she misses her sex life as her husband also a drunkard n beets her too and she want some space from her problems, for that Meena atha said that she is unable to solve her problem as she has her own problems. Then Prathima aunt “there’s no need to worry Meena akka (sis), but you can suggest Raj to. Maybe they won't even be human. It won't be much of a leap from here. Many of them seem like robots now. Their fake smiles are stitched onto empty heads.A loud noise distracts me and I whip my head round to see one of the security team clubbing someone to the floor. He is crying and I watch him being dragged away protesting weakly. He looks too dopey to be a threat. Probably just got overwhelmed by my presence and freaked out.I continue my march into the five-star hotel near to the airport. My legs were spread and my dress probably rose to mid-thigh,i am guessing that for about the next hour i was slapped and spit on. i now had no control, in a room with strangers. Part of the time i was straddled and my nipples were twisted. i was called many names during this time, among them pathetic, loser, baby, trash, shameful, disgrace, and on and on. i was very disoriented when it stopped and unsure why it did. i was drenched and probably looked like death warmed over.HH comment: In.