“Why don’t we? Henry would be back for eight days,” said Jazmin.“Ashley never calls when she’s on her business trips....21;“Neither does Henry.”We looked at each other and kissed to seal our deal.“I need to go and run some errands,” said Jazmin. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.Jazmin left the house.Chapter 2 – The Fire of Cheating Was Burning…Jazmin was back at my house three hours later with a small suitcase in. The ground was not level or smooth. He climbed, crawled, and squeezed through the random flow of stone and sediment where serious injury could happen at a moment’s notice.Side passages emerged out of the shadow. The faint sound of movement ahead kept him oriented but getting hopelessly lost was a real, and terrifying, danger. He carefully placed small rocks at every new passage to help point the way back home.It was a great relief to finally catch up to the orange nimbus of Alan’s borrowed. .I had come home that afternoon with my bag slung over my shoulder, with stories and weariness to share with my father about grad school. He, my mother and my sister had gathered around the table and eaten dinner together for the first time in ages, and there was no awkwardness anywhere. I told them about Pam, the girl I was seeing, and Monica asked about her like any disinterested sister would. My mother was glad I was finally dating someone again.That night my dad and I drank beers on the. She had been used to suave looks and articulate behavior all her life. It’s that look of unbridled lust that paralyzed her with excitement…she wanted men who will neither care for her education, upbringing and social status nor for her preferences, likes and dislikes but treat her only as an object to satisfy their lust. She had seen those stares in the bordelo as well as out in the street. They were from the eyes of men whom she would not otherwise consider to be socially at par. Ordinary.