Only it wasn’t Roberto’s it was hers. She screamed.“Help! Help me!” She screamed. Then she remembered the class she and some other women atten...ed about how to get help if a woman was being attacked. So she screamed out “FIRE! FIRE!” and then her loudest, most shrill scream. Then again, “FIRE, FIRE!” It worked.Soon the sounds of the front door being bashed in rang like a chorus of Angels to her ears, and she kept screaming. “Help me! Please! I’m trapped!” and the door crashed loudly as the solid. Kyoki wo ab study me jyada dhyan dene lag gya. Hum dono ki baat sirf phone par hi hoti thi.Main kafi baar sochti thi, ki shayad Sanju ko ladkiya pasand hi nhi hai. Par tabhi usne mujhe btaya ki use ek ladki pasand aa gyi hai. Maine use dekha toh wo mujhse bahot hi kam sundar thi. Main soch rhi thi ki Sanju ka na jane is rand me kya dikha.Par ye baat bhi thi, ki agar Sanju ko ye pasand aayi hai. Toh jarur isme koi na koi baat toh hogi hi. Fir maine us ladki se dosti kari aur Sanju ke bare use. That evening I had the chat with Karen, not too bad actually because she was probably expecting it. We had a nice dinner, then she wanted to go back to my place for a last roll in the hay. That was different, so we did exactly that. Karen was gone when I woke up the next morning, so was the bag of Cheetos I had just bought. I couldn’t find my box of cream filled doughnuts, either, although I did find the empty carton in the trash can. Karen must have eaten the 10 of them that I knew were still. She had hoped that this man would have just had his fun and left. The Boss although menacing had been almost affectionately polite to her; and though a lot older he had a certain animal charm. Even after he'd called her a bitch and been so arrogant she had rationalised it all until it virtually made sense. It had to be done for the house, for her lifestyle and well even for her useless husband. But now her gut twisted, and her chest rose in a slow pant. Some of her tied back hair had escaped.