She opened the door, saw three strange men standing there smiling at her. The shortest of the three, the one in the middle reminded her of Mickey Roon...y, but besides his resemblance to the movie star, there was something else about him that was vaguely familiar, as if she'd met him once a long time ago, at some long- forgotten meeting or party. The other two men were big and mean- looking despite their attempts at friendly smiles; she disliked them immediately."Mrs. Kramer?" said the one in the. A little bit of meat for some shape on the backside and tight little hips only accentuating their shape enough to demonstrate their fertility.Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up, "Holy shit, if all the coffee shops greet their customers with an ass like that I am sold on this place."Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her. Main apne rented room me akele reheat hut oh khud khana banaya aur jab raat ke karib 9 baje khana khane betha toh soma ka call aya. Maine jaise hi phone uthaya, who rone lagi.Me: helo helo…helo soma…kya huwa.Soma: (rote huwe boli) sir aap busy hai kya?Me: nehi main free hu lekin pehele rona band karu aur bolo kya huwa?Soma: sir aaj maine aap ko naraj kar diya na?Me: mmmmmm nehi aisi koi baat nehi.Soma: nehi sir mujhe pata hai, apko acha nehi laga isiliye apne apna hath hata liya aur pehele. Her attitude had changed over the last month, after she returned from a family camping trip. She was less affectionate towards me, less attentive when we were alone. ‘I’ve found someone,’ she told me. The words shocked me, but didn’t cut me. There was no dagger to the hurt, no stomach upset. I didn’t beg her to stay with me, didn’t act childish. I could have shown her the two acceptance letters, the two novels I wrote and submitted while we dated, show her that I, too, can make the money she.