It took much composure on her part to stop from laughing out loud in the quiet carriage seeing the slight bulge in the man's trousers as she was makin... his commute torture and seeing the tiny beads of perspiration form on his clammy looking forehead as she stole subtle sideways glances every now and then.As the train approached her stop, Angela stood up arching an eyebrow and glaring down at the pathetic looking commuter without uttering a word. With a murmur of apology, the man stood up with. " I can bake you something." Forget it." I'm sorry." I see how you keep your figure. You don't have any real food." Thanks," I say, then blush, embarrassed that I took what he said as acompliment rather than a commentary on the deficiencies of my cupboard. Meanwhile, the coffee machine hisses and sputters. "I'm going to make myself tea if you don't mind." Knock yourself out," he says, looking for somewhere to put out hiscigarette and deciding to just crush it out in the sink. "Coffee this late. I could confront Anuj and divorced him? Or I could pay him back in the same coin. Tit for tat.Confrontation will only add to the shit that already existed in my house and torment my parents too. I took my daughter and left her with my mother and told her that I was going to meet my old friends and would be back in two days. I phoned Anuj and told him the same story.Here was my plan. I was to get even with Anuj. His father Girdhar lives not far from my house. Girdhar is a widower in his late. Margie was really nice and really funny, yet despite that, she failed toget me to relax and enjoy being pampered. This just wasn't something Iwanted to be doing. I wanted to be a boy again. She tried to draw me intoconversation about how I wanted my hair, but I couldn't add much to theconversation, because I had zero experience at being a girl- I didn'tknow enough to say anything halfway intelligent even if I did want to. Wefinally finished with my hair and I was left looking at myself in.