I found out he'd been chatting online to other women. He was on his phone all the time so i knew something was up, the little smiles, his ignoring me,...his neglect. So one afternoon when he fell asleep i looked on his phone and saw he'd been using a site he never mentioned to me. I made an account on there myself to trick him into talking to me, this didn't work as he never messaged me back. In desperation for attention i uploaded a pic of my boobs to the site. Loas of guys messaged me, some. Last week one had broken in the middle of a four-way intersection and I had eaten it hard earning my the new scar on my forehead and some colorful bruises.Still, it was better than walking I thought as I peddled past cars and into the downtown. Traffic was lighter than usual as I peddled past empty alleys and dark storefronts. Focusing on just the road ahead of me without thinking it feels like the trip is only a moment. Arriving at my destination I walk up to the main gate of the construction. And so I composed myself, took a sip of real ale and cleared my throat. I looked around the table, engaging each one of them in turn with my eyes until I knew I had their undivided attention. ‘Okay folks,’ I said, I’m taking you back to the seventies. At that time I was working for The Camberwell Chronicle as chief reporter. It was the strangest murder trial I ever attended and I’ve attended quite a few in my time. This was not one of those cases of circumstantial evidence in which you feel the. Thankfully I had notime to ponder that, Marie's car crunched on the gravel so for good orbad I was committed. When a few moments later Marie came in through thedoor laden up with bags, our course of action, for good or bad wasdecided, Marie said "good safe ride" then "be a dear and get the rest ofthe things from the car and no peeking".I empted the car and returned to the lounge, both envelopes were gone,only my list was there, Marie had written across the bottom in red penGOOD CHOICE, Marie.