I listened to her tell meabout her life outside of school and what she had to endure for years.I felt horrible, I was pitying myself but she was force... to hide hertrue face and who she was from the world.She asked about me which I had to blush at and explain that I wasn?tlike her, people just thought I was. I could empathize but I wasn?tlike her. I was just a pitiful person, misery was my constant companionbut I wasn?t a woman inside like her. She understood, she was just gladthat someone in. I could care less about them. But I hide it well. I adopted the demeanor of a handsome, polite and friendly guy around the ladies at work. I don’t let any of them see my true face and inner darkness. Now, many of you would consider me a woman-hater. Perhaps I am. But I don’t think much of men either. There are a lot of stupid men out there. Like a certain British musician once worth close to a billion dollars who married a gold-digging female amputee without making the bitch sign a prenuptial. 3 din bad mai aur abhi airport gaye mumma ko rcv krne….dur se hmne dekha mumma ne black saree phn rkha tha,wo itti jbrdst lg ri thi ki i startd envyng fr such a hot wyf…mumma ne muje gale lgaya,gal pr ek kiss kra,fir abhi ko gale lgaya… Abhi:aunty,muje kiss ni? Mumma ne hanste hue use v kra,usi din se abhi ka mumma se hansi majak shuru ho gaya,uske sense of humour n bat krne k tarike pr mumma v imprs ho gai thi n most imp wo mumma ki roj barai krta,flirt krta…mumma sb ka hanskr reply deti,mumma. I turned, to see him sitting up in the high-chair, looking down at me. Of course, his viewing angle would be even better from up there. He was naked! ‘You don’t mind me being – being like this I mean?’ he asked in a concerned tone of voice. I told him it was his ‘show’ and I was there to ensure he enjoyed it – he couldn’t do that properly if he was still dressed, could he. His happy expression returned. I also said that I wasn’t surprised that he had got funny comments from the workmen – but.