She never use to go along nicely with her husband and they use to fight always. She also told me that its been years that they have not been sleeping ...ogether. She always expressed the desire to meet me as she liked talking to me and enjoyed my company over phone. The only hitch was timings. I was always busy and hardly had time to step out of office during working hours and she cannot come to meet me after 6 pm. One fine day, I had to visit a customer in Malad at 2 pm. I called her and told. ’ My stomach drops as I double check my card….shit I’m number thirteen I look up as the man in the T-Rex mask pushes though the crowd and hands his card to the woman ‘and now we’re just waiting on thirteen ,will the person with the number thirteen please step forward’.Steeling my nerves I too push through the crowd and hand the woman my card nervously biting on my lower lip as she verifies my identity.‘We will give these two time to freshen up before the nights entertainment starts’ She says. The wife worked on laundry as Crystal and I left for our weekly trip to the grocery. I broke the ice by asking if Crystal was okay with what we had done. She was quick to respond that she had been dreaming of things like that since she came to live with us. Hearing that made me hard as it meant we would likely continue. To my surprise she kept her poise and brought up the danger aspect. Again I was impressed. We went on to discuss the do's and dont's sort of negotiating what would be. On leaving school Kelly had bummed around a little, drifting from one dead end job to another for a year. She drifted into a job where she learnt the skills of a hairdresser and beautician. She worked for a while in a boutique, but hated the nine to five work ethic. By chance a client mentioned that she worked for a music venue and asked if Kelly was interested in earning some extra money working the occasional evening backstage, applying and removing the makeup for female artists appearing in.