‘One of the things I miss most is being cuddled. My husband would always give me big cuddle as soon as he got home from work’. I felt awkward, eve... a little embarrassed. She was already a little moist eyed and I was worried if I declined she would burst into tears. So I put my arms around her and she wrapped hers around me. The top of her head barely came up to my chin. She said nothing but clung onto me as if her life depended on it. Her soft breasts were pressed against me and she smelt. She appeared to have a very active social life with lots of men friends. I thought her unapproachable since my partner would very quickly be suspicious if I was to have an affair so close to home. We actually nicknamed her trollop due to the many men she entertained.One Saturday my partner was out for the day and there was a knock at my door. I was amazed, and delighted, to find that it was the neighbour from across the road. Could I help her she asked!! She explained that she had no power in. From the window, they motioned me to come in. Maybe I should have just runaway, but I went to the door and stepped into the house.-So, Juan, have you got papers? Immigration papers?I froze.-Of course he doesn't, if he had, he wouldn't be so cheap, you know.-Well, Juan, did you know we've got the Border Patrol on speed dial?I was speechless. I didn't want to get deported.-But...-Look, Juan, why shouldn't we deport you? Sure, you're cheap, but you're alousy gardener. So you tell us why we. He dreaded the thought ofgetting on a bus dressed like this, surrounded by strangers. But again,what was there to do? He had no car, and he wasn't about to waste moneyon a cab again. "C'mon, you twerp, be a man," he said to himself. Thedress pushed on his chest tighter as if to argue to the contrary.Leo handed his $1.50 to the driver and said nothing. He moved to the backof the bus, looking at no one and being as subtle in his movements aspossible. Even with his eyes cast down, he could feel.