“So, what do you mean about a cigarette?”“Well, I like cigarettes, but not to smoke.” This was getting into strange territory for him.“Then,...I’m still confused.”“I like cigarettes, but I don’t like to smoke. I like the smell of tobacco, and the taste of it on my tongue. I like the look and feel of cigarettes in my hand and in my mouth.” This was exciting news to Jack. Valerie continued, “It’s sort of... erotic. I shouldn’t tell you this. We barely know each other.”“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re so. Such a law treats men as if they are sexual predators taking advantage of incompetent women, who are incapable of deciding for themselves.This treatment of women as if they are incompetent children is actually a throwback to the old times, when women had no legal rights. Because that's how women were described in the past in order to deny them the right either to say 'Yes' or 'No' in their marriage, in their sex, and in their lives. Surprisingly, some feminists are now advocating the Swedish. He had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife, Stacey, who told him that she was taking the kids to the Gold Coast for the weekend, so he would not be seeing his kids on “his” weekend. Julian wondered why he even got his hopes up anymore. The last time he had seen his kids was almost 9 months ago on his daughter Abigail’s 8th birthday. Stacey had made the mistake of telling Abby that she could do “whatever she wanted” on her birthday this year. Abby said she had wanted to see her father for. She had never felt so low and could not remember ever feeling so dejected as she contemplated suicide by jumping into the sea, she would wait till folk had gone home, not wanting to be saved, being a non-swimmer it would soon be over. How long she sat waiting her moment, she had no idea, she became aware of the folk around her changing, gone were the old boys fishing from the rail, the folk walking the dog, the youngsters and, the mums with baby buggies, now the street lights were coming.