I asked her about her husband, how was he. She said that today he is no more. But he was never a great husband either. During the first year of their ...arriage, he used to take care of her.But gradually due to work pressure, she became helplessly lonely almost all of the time. Then due to his peer circle, he often came home completely drunk and beat her. So in a way she was not in a mourning situation with his demise. But the loneliness feeling could not be eradicated.I decided to use this. Coming to the story, Holi is celebrated in Mumbai with a lot of joy. People apply colors, throw water balloons and drink bhaang (a drink made out of marijuana). Just like every year, guys and girls in my building got together to play Holi on building a terrace. I did not use to drink as personally didn’t like to do it. After playing for 2 hours, I noticed that a girl from the building, Archita, was getting out of control. About her, she is just another person I know from the building with. Jack placed the soap back in its place and then proceeded to rub the large towel between his hands to build a good lather.Jack then unfolded the towel and began to wash his lover. He started carefully with her face, then neck, slowly moving down her body. As Jack scrubbed her body Ellen thought it felt delightful, she could not remember the last time she was bathed by someone else; as far as she could remember no one ever had. Jack opens the cloth larger and scrubbed her back; she moaned. Someone even took a picture with them walking down the street with Killer in place behind them. She explained how the dogs had been restless each evening at about the same time, and how she decided to let them take her for a walk. When they arrived at my door they just lay down and would not move. We talked off and on all evening. Her name was Marge, she was an only child and a teacher for years in a town about 50 miles from here. Her mother was actually named Mary, her father was Joseph,.