But wherever I went, I used to see people feeling sad for me that my husband died. They used to do me favors that I didn’t want them to. They used t... visit my place to see if I’m doing okay. Meanwhile, others would simply walk away to avoid awkward conversations about my husband. I didn’t want to live in that city anymore. Fortunately, I was in between jobs as I had accepted a better salary package in an IT company. They had a branch in New Delhi, where they agreed to transfer me.So my son and. The shotgun was legal so I carried it right out in the open.The Brit came in after a couple of months. "Hey," he said to me."Where the fuck have you been?" I asked."Somewhere back in South America, teaching the government how to fight gangs." Brit said."And how did that work out?" I asked."About like you would expect. When the training broke down so completely, that we were leading strikes in the field, I knew the writing was on the wall." he said."Did it get so bad that the most corrupt ones. Her hubby was in Dubai and she was staying with her daughter and in-laws. We almost had the same interests for porn and sex. After texting for about a week and sharing each other’s pictures and sexual adventures, we were comfortable with each other and we decided to meet.She invited me to her place when her in-laws visited a wedding and her daughter was busy in her college. I reached her apartment and rang the bell, and there she was – a perfect Indian lady. She had worn a black seductive saree. Still, she’s a sweet girl and I felt bad, but it was the best I could come up with.I had a video playing on the TV in the living room - of two hairy men enjoying gay sex together.“Justin?” she shrieked when she saw the screen.“Sorry babe,” I switched it off, “didn’t notice the time.”“Never mind the time,” she yelled, “what the fuck are you watching??”“Sorry babe,” I slurred. “I’ve realised ... I think ... I like men.”She glared at me in disbelief. “You WHAT? Are you SERIOUS?”“Yes, sorry,” I.