”“I... Uhm...” she stammered, unable to think.“Offer’s on the table. All you have to do is follow.”With that, he started down the hall. ...Rae was left standing where he’d left her, not sure what to do. She watched him walking away, and after a few steps, he glanced back and grinned.Her thoughts were still reeling when she started following.Bad idea. Bad idea, she thought, though she continued to walk. Then, as she passed the door to the women’s restroom, she prayed, Please don’t come out. . I think those were the best kisses I can ever remember, and I’m an old fart!’ They laughed together, and she pushed him back until he was lying down. She looked down on him, and said, ‘Um, Jim… WE are old farts together, and I don’t care about that if you don’t. I think you’re just wonderful. Josh told me some of his stories, and I’m sure they were pretty watered down for my benefit because he didn’t want me to worry. But I detected a common element in a lot of them. There was someone that he. I exclaimed who was he calling ‘dada’. I first thought her husband has slapped him. When I saw there was another man standing there I couldn’t recognize him first.The man: Madarchod tereko paise diye the 2 mahine ke liye. Saal bhar ho gaya gandu tereko abhi tak akal nahi ayi.Kiran: Are maan jaa, yar. Iske sath chale jaa ek hafte ke liye Sali, nahi to mujhe mar dega.The conversation went on for some time and I came to know what was it all about. The man had lent Kiran some money. He wanted. Here I am, walking down the high street of a new city, carrying everything Iowned on my shoulders... My bass guitar, sketchbooks, and far too manyclothes...So, I guess, about now, you're asking 'why'? Well, it wasn't anythingdramatic. Not a huge argument with my parents, not a fight with an ex-partner... no, it was nothing more than the realisation of how wretched mylife had been.It was simple before that week... I worked night shifts as a cleaner, gothome, cracked a few beers as the sun rose,.