I ran from there as I was already late to reach home.Now it became my daily routine to check for her at that particular time but a month passed by and...I didn’t get her. I was slowly losing his face and memories from my mind.And the days became normal until I saw her in front of my house. Yes, a new family shifted in front of my house.And again I was shocked by parts. Again our eyes met and she was also a little rendered by seeing it but lately, she smiled. And I blushed. Now it became routine. Did I really want to cope with this spoiled woman-childwhose idea of social grace was to make me her butler? Where was the easyone I ordered? I could work on my chess. There-was a new computer thatplayed, they said, like Kasparov. The ad in Chess Today claimed it beatsa master in fifty moves. I could beat it. I had a secret move I had beenworking on. Why not sit in the sun and play Sicilian defenses?She inhaled deeply as I lighted her cigarette. Choke, bitch. I gave hermy "B" smile.The wealthy. We were both thirty-five, Ian and Anne were both a year younger. It was a lads weekend, a stag-do for a workmate of his, I tagged along for the fun. When we got back, late on Sunday, we were both worn out. It had been a hard three days on the drink. I’d sorted a bed at Ian’s on the Sunday night to save driving the hundred miles home. I knew I’d be wrecked. I was right. Ian lived with Anne, in a two-storey semi, in a nice part of town. They had the house lovely. At about six in the morning, I. This toast was too important. Jamie was standing in the corner, nose to the wall, hands behind her head and her eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn’t help but stare at her for a few moments. She was so beautiful. So full of love. So his. Without saying a word, Mathew put cuffs on each wrist and on her ankles. Her breathing started to change. Jamie seemed to be focused completely on what was happening. He had meant the “time out” to simply give me some time to get ready, but it may have actually.