‘Fuck, you’re amazing,’ I told her once I caught my breath. ‘I’m just me,’ she said, with a hint of disbelief. ‘I know. That’s why you...��re amazing, and inspiring. I can only hope to be me as easily as you are you.’ *** The next evening, I got a text from Moira. Moira: I just had a talk with Shelly. Another text arrived right after it with a picture attached. It was Shelly and Moira, topless, their lips pressed together. Shelly had one hand on Moira’s breast and one in her hair. Moira’s. Anyway,after some agonising minutes she decided enough was enough and hackeddown the net, sending me tumbling on the ground. She laughed then, atmy attempts to balance myself, a full, throaty laugh, which showedwhite even teeth.Grabbing my opportunity, I immediately started a series of gesturestrying to explain who I was and where I had come from. She looked at mewith a smile, as if a clown was performing and then turned and went toher animal. From the saddle she got some rope and came towards. It was a simple marriage performed at our home village and I was off to Mumbai. I had just heard of Mumbai and its ever busy streets, pani puris, pav bhajis, Juhu beach, Grand Ganapathi festivities, VT, Nariman point etc. I was excited to land at Mumbai. My husband Sridhar had a rented flat at Goregaon. It took me two to three weeks to settle down.In the days and months ahead Sridhar took me out to show various places in Mumbai. Life felt good. New place, new friends, new clothes and everything. Picking up the tray, hereluctantly walked through to the sitting room.His pretty young wife, Jeanette was perched on the sofa lookingslightly nervous with Dr Swift's arm around her shoulders. As Davidentered she frowned slightly, detecting that something was amiss withhis appearance but unable to quite put her finger on what. In silence,David placed the tray on the table and began to pour the tea."I hope you're wearing that bra I gave you, young man," said Dr Swift,breaking the silence.With a.