Lekin problem ye huya ki bhabi kaha se lau kyon ki wo log samajh rahe hai Me yahan biwi ke sath hu or though is bare me office me kabhi jikr nahi hua ...o meine bhi nahi bataya apne ghar ke bare me par aj fas gaya usdin dopahar ko me rati se kaha rati agar tum bura na mano toh mera ek kaha manogi bo boli kya? Meine use samjhaya ki mere office calligue mere biwi se milna chahte hai or me une ane se mana bhi nahi kar saka to meine shyam ko un sabko invite kiya agar tum mere biwi hone ka thora sa. I think he liked me, and he used to stand with me and tell me little stories about days he was my age growing up in Africa. It was the first time the rest of the world started to seem real. I think he liked me more than my own father. Oh I know my father loved me, but liking someone is a different proposition.I don’t know why I should be talking about this when Bonnie said what I ought to do is write a goodbye letter to the person I was before prison. Like junkies write Dear John letters to. Betty was standing just outside the bedroom with a shocked look on her face."Relax, Betty. I think we need to have a little talk. Why don't you join me in the bedroom with Tamara?"As we entered, Tamara was just climbing back into the bed."Would you please explain to Betty why I would be kissing Susan goodbye? "Tamara asked Betty to sit on the bed and proceeded to explain our alternate lifestyle. When she got through, Betty just shook her head. Betty appeared to be in her early thirties and I. But sleeping wasnt happening. I could hear the chatter as guests were leaving. Each time laughing and keeping me awake. It was finally quiet and I expected Mary to come to bed but instead heard someone in the bathroom, peeing into the toilet and knew it was a guy. I wondered who was still there? He returned downstairs to the rec room. I began to distinguish the murmur of voices through the heating vent but was unable to discern females. I got up, slipped out the sliding door and quietly went.