Instead of going to the bar, he went outside to get some air. He put the try down and walked down the steps and into the hedge-lined gardens past the ...ool. He sat down on a cement bench and took a deep breath. If he smoked, now would be the time to light up.A second later he heard a giggle and then whispering from the other side of the hedgerow. He stood up and turned, his ears staining to hear the whispered words. Still he couldn't make out who was there. In fact, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Her marriage is to be performed in another 3 months. She has come to Chennai to attend to the marriage of her senior in the college. Since she has to go and stay with her husband in Singapore after marriage, we requested her to stay with us atleast for one week and she has readily agreed.Three days have gone quite smoothly. My wife was to go to a village beyond Madurantakam on an official work and was expected to come back around 9 in the night only on that day. My outdoor work was finished. I then looked on in shock and horror as the guy put his hand on my right leg and squeezed it firmly. Just what was he planning to do me? “You’re quite the sexy, little bitch, aren’t you? I like em young like you are...” You sick freak! Stop rubbing your hand on me. Who the fuck do you think you are? I tried to fight it again but like an animal in a trap I couldn’t make any moves. He still had that damn grin on his face as he continued to feel me up, this time using both hands for both. There are a variety of responses available: violence, confrontation, spitefull revenge, flight, even denial. I would choose. In my experience, none do any more than change the timeline, and then only slightly.As most in the far North do, I have a snow survival kit in the car. One of the tools I carry is a snow saw. It's a coil of braided wire, coated with abraisive grit, spiked with thousands of razor sharp triangular teeth. It has a split ring at each end, smaller rings captured on the loop..