So while going, I have the guts to ask her WhatsApp number & she gave it easily because she hardly knows Mumbai.Her husband stays in Kolkata.So it bec...me a daily routine to chat with her every night.One Saturday, we decided to meet up for a drink.So we decided to go to a bar called Tight in Vashi.I was wearing a normal white t-shirt & black jeans & she was wearing a knit crushed velvet cami dress featuring a v-neckline, adjustable cami straps with a support strap, and an invisible back. Right Hand of the Invictus and whatnot.“Hey,” she said, looking up at him, eyes pensive. “Make sure you don’t ... you know...”“Mm?”“You’re getting dragged into this hunter beef, and ... and after what happened to Jack, I can’t stop thinking about Beatrice and shit. I hate it. Fuck I hate it.”Oh, right. She was worried he’d die. Not worried about herself, but worried about him.“I—”“Like, your dad’s in the hospital, just like Jack’s mom was.”“I’m not su—”“Think those hunters won’t use that. One of the bros asked her suavely, “Baby girl, do you need a ride?"She respectfully declined. They asked again. She decided against it.“You know what, fuck it,” Becky said.Next thing she knew, she got in the back of the car.“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?" The driver said.“Why don’t you go chill with us?" Another one remarked.Two of them had their hands on her milky thighs. She realized they had that predatory look. They stopped the car suddenly. They pulled over. She looked him in the. But, as a husband and man, Heinz always had too little time or attention left over for Erika.Theirs, therefore, was never a life together. Erika accepted it as a given, neither blaming him nor herself. Erika had no desire to change or upset her life, with no hostility in their relationship, a settled, almost comfortable living occasionally side-by-side, and an almost grown-up son. She wanted to stay married to Heinz.Christine’s marriage to Gerd differed in that it had, for both, never been more.