She would have choked herself to death, would have drowned on a lungful of vomit.Lynn stopped struggling, hopefully having come to the same conclusion...as herself - that struggling was only making the ropes hurt more. They were bound together - herself and Lynn ass to ass and back to back. They were on their sides - Lynn on her left side, Jenny on her right side - in the hot dust of a barn yard. The sun was intense, blinding Jenny and making her sweat like she couldn't remember ever having sweat. She said ok and started asking about me. I told her all. Then she asked me can I be her best friend for ever but her hubby should not know that we r close. I was shocked & said ok. Then she came next to me & sat with me in same sofa. She said her hubby was coming home late every day & he was a drunken also & started crying. I just tried to console her. While doing so she slept on my shoulder. I was surprised & asked her what she wanted from me. So she said she likes baby & wanted one from me. I. I had no idea what it said but it felt sad. It must had been that way, since the woman sitting three armchairs from me began to burst into tears, as if someone had suddenly opened a tap on her face. She tried to hide it by looking at the ceiling and wiping away the tears carefully with a napkin, like when something gets in your eye and you try to blink several times so it goes alone with the tears. “What’s the point in trying to hide it” I thought, as if someone there looked any better.I looked. Pretty legit excuse I thought.Then came the nights out with co-workers, at bars no less. She said it was much needed as work had become quite stressful.She doesn’t even drink.When we made love it was like her mind was elsewhere. She barely touched me and there was hardly any animation on her end. It was like making love to a dead fish. As soon as I’d finish, she’d roll over to her side of the bed and go to sleep.So exactly a week later I decided to call out of work to confirm my suspicion. I.