I glanced at the various markings on the bare concrete to confirm that I am on the correct level. The potted fern rustled with the evening breeze, its...leaves welcoming me back home.“The correct level today. I guess maintenance actually does help.” I mumbled under my breath as I walked towards my apartment.A woman was sweeping the corridors, a pile of dust and dead leaves collected by the wall. She was one of my two neighbors. The apartment was a tall but thin structure built between. There was no game or sport that she could not participate in. We liked all the same music, movies, TV, we always managed to make each other laugh. Our bond was so close there were times when we could communicate with our minds. All we had to do was look at each other and we knew what the other was thinking. We interrupted a lot of classes with our laughing because someone would say something and when we looked at each other we were thinking of the same joke. It goes with out saying that this. ? You have spoken so well of her in your recent emails and it's fine with me if she wants to sleep in the big bed with me.? I will be able to manage until things get easier with the kids and you have less work to do.? You will be so tired anyway that the last thing you will want is a randy husband in your bed. See you on Friday evening, but don't wait up if you prefer to go to bed early. Love and kisses,David." It was too late!? Everything was too late.? My husband thought I WANTED him to share. She even fine with that and we exchanged our yahoo id and started talking over the microphone. Guys trust me she really have a very sweet voice. I have started talking with her and came to know that she is married and she is very much fond of chatting to kill her time when she feels alone.She started asking about me, my work, my hobbies blah blah… and this chat went for long. While we were talking her husband interrupted our conversation by ringing door bell. All of a sudden she cut the call,.