’ ‘I’m Laura Klaus … nice to meet you Kirk …’ she held out her hand and for a moment. I looked at it. ‘Kirk Melrose.’ I shook her hand...gently. Despite the cold she had been standing in, her hand was warm as was her smile. ‘So what makes the celebration so hard to handle?’ ‘Oh … it just doesn’t seem like something I want to celebrate.’ ‘Oh … jilted by a girlfriend?’ ‘No … not quite.’ ‘Worse?’ ‘Yah … my divorce was final today.’ ‘Oh … sorry … I gather it wasn’t your idea … the party I mean.’ ‘No. Pichale 2 saal se unke husband nahi aaye the to vo sex ke liye tadap rahi thi pr badanami ke dar se unhonekuch kisi or ke sath aisa karne ki himmat bhi nahi ki par jab mujhe shanti aunty ki chudai karte dekha to unki aag bhi bhadak gai or shanti aunty se mere liye baat ki isiliye mujhe aaj raat unke ghar sone bulaya tha ab shanti aunty hum dono ko vaha akela chod kar sone chali gai or idhar me saroja aunty par tut pada unko vahi sofe par lita diya or un par chad gaya.Mene apne hoth unke hotho. But this story isn't about those experiences ... it's about a man named Ron who came into the bar late one night, soon before closing.Ron looked to be in his late 30s with short brown hair and a trim body. I had never seen him before when he approached the counter to order a drink. I brought him the whiskey he'd requested and we struck up a conversation."So what brings you to town?" I asked, genuinely curious. He looked pretty stressed out."I'm in the process of launching a new company and I've. Close your eyes; I want this to be a big surprise!"Her roommate seemed so genuinely happy, Laura swallowed her pride and closed her eyes, allowing Monique to dress her.She stood silently, regretting her decision, as she felt Monique tugging so hard to the zipper of the too tight skirt. The shirt she had put on was just as tight, followed by two of the highest platform shoes, Laura had ever worn, and a choker of some sort. Then Monique began to apply fingernail polish, makeup, and styled her.