Please. Please, just let me think. How do I know I'll ever be seen alive again if I leave here with you and nobody knows it?' 'I'm insulted Chris... I'm offended.' (You smart cunt bitch, I thought.) 'OK, maybe I shouldn't have said that but I don't want to leave here with you.' 'And you have to go with me, so what do you propose. Do I have to start waving the gun about again?' 'Ok, no. But how are we going to go? I want to go in my car.'Page 13. I suppose she hoped. “Well, that’s perfect the way it is,” he said and turned back. We reached the fifth floor.“Do you know where my husband’s cabinet is?” I asked him.“You haven’t even told me his name. But he is Arun Ramachandran, right? I’m his boss. You can give it to me,” he said and started walking. I followed him.“Thank you, sir. But still, can I know his cabinet? I have to inform him,” I told him.“You seem so tired. Come to my room first. Drink some water,” he said and opened a door room. Outside there was. We had no idea how to make this happen. The next weekend there was a party at a friend's house. My wife was wearing a very short red mini dress, without underwear. We were having a good time drinking, smoking pot and dancing. Tom showed up. He came over to us immediately and said he was glad to see us. A slow song came on and he asked my wife to dance with him. She immediately put her arms around his neck and molded her body to him. The two of them swayed to the music and rubbed their bodies. They were the center of everything I did in life. They were my core. I realized that with my job consuming my entire life, I hardly thought of them enough. My son, Mark, is almost done with preschool. He's 4. Everyday he would come home from school and tell me all about his day. He would then reach into his bag and pull out whatever his class had done that day. He would jump into my lap with the biggest smile you could ever imagine, and explain to me what they had done. I would tussle his short.