I now had nowhere to live- and I still had no fucking idea why she had done what she did...A few months after our divorce went through, I had moved to...the city and was living in a small, two-bedroomed flat that I was renting. It was okay I suppose, just nowhere near as comfortable as our old house had been. My affair with my ex mother-in-law had continued unabated as we took advantage of the opportunities for her to go to the city 'shopping' and instead spend the afternoon and evening fucking. Kate took charge of the living room, dining room, and art. I carried boxes.Everything was in the house by six o’clock, but it wasn’t even close to being habitable. We paid off the movers, locked up our new house, distributing five sets of keys among us, and went to the Grand Hyatt where we had a suite with a king-size bed in the master and a king-size murphy bed in the living room. We paid over $300 for the night and planned to enjoy all amenities, including room service. No one batted an eye. He told me how much a massage was ,I asked if it included full relief. He declined to say on the phone but said to come along and I wouldn't be disappointed. I went to the address which was a private house, I was trembling as I rang the bell. A guy in his late thirties open the door, welcomed me and showed me too a back room, It was warm, soft music, curtains drawn closed, candlelights. I gave him the money. He told me to strip naked and get under the towel on the massage table. He left the. And there they were, my saving grace, the ventilation system. Laying there on the ceiling so inconspicuously I had almost forgotten about them, and with that Hope came running back g string already off. I hopped up and grabbed the low lying vent, desperation aiding my less than built arms in pulling me up. I made another promise to Lady Luck as I crawled through the stale shaft, promising to buy her a nice house in the suburbs if I was crawling in the right direction. Ahead of me light.