"Tempted ... yes," he admitted with a single nod of his head. "But I didn't Izzy." Why?" she cried in offence.He gave another little sigh at her lack ...f understanding. "Like you said Izzy, you'd had too much to drink." He rose from the table and leaned across to her so that they were almost nose to nose. "But don't ever make the mistake of thinking that I wasn't tempted. Because I was Izzy, I was very tempted."He walked over to the kitchen door. "By the way I'm going away for a few days, so. I had to figure out, on my own, how to take care of myself.I found a job as a cashier at a local 24-hour truck stop gift shop soon after I was forced out on the street. It was a minimum wage paying job but it was enough for me to get by.I lived in a cheap studio apartment a couple blocks away from where I worked. It was located in the bad part of town directly in the middle of the red light district. Drug addicts, drug dealers, and prostitutes lined my street each and every night. It was not. She moved to my neighbourhood when I was 20. She being in 30s was elder to me obviously, but that had not affected our friendship in any way.Not let me not waste your time. I will get into the story directly. Her husband and I had some silly clashes. So he ordered his wife not to talk to me. We used to be friendly earlier but suddenly we stopped talking to each other. One fine day my parents went to my beloved cousin’s wedding. I was left alone in Hyderabad with my bloody exams. Jyothi aunty’s. Get on your knees Frank." Please Mr Jackson, please ...not in front of my wife, I'm begging you," I heard my father whimper, followed by a loud slap."ON YOUR KNEES! I won't tell you again, chump."Then it fell silent. Although I couldn't see from the top of the stairs, a lump rose to my throat at the thought of my father being forced to kneel before another man, and in front of my sweet mother to boot."Good", said Mr Jackson. "Now get on all fours so I can kick your ass."There was a horrible.