That's all. No monsters, no perverts in long black coats etc. At the back of the paper was a list of help lines and groups. Of course, it was no surpr...se that nearly every number was preceded by the telephone prefix for the London area. Except one. This one was for my home city. Yes. There it was, a phone number for a 'gay centre' in the place I was born and lived...Placing that call was one of the scariest and yet most liberating things I have ever done in my life. I still, to this day, recall. .. alive or dead," Laura deadpanned."Don't I know it, girl," Lorrie said. "My feet need a good long soak." Do you live in San Francisco?"Lorrie shook her head. "L.A. But I'm on this run for a few days. I'll soak 'em at the Airport Hilton." You could... stay at my place," Laura said, hesitating, feeling awkward, not knowing how her offer would be received. "I mean, if you're tired of staying at the hotel. You could soak them there." She smiled."Golly, that's really nice of you," Lorrie said,. This is my first story and there fore please excuse me if there are any mistakes.I live with my father in Mumbai ,I am pursuing my B.E(electronics) in Mumbai. Swati’s Husband left her for heaven due to an intense car accident a few days back. Swati came to Mumbai from Surat in search of a job and accommodation after her in-laws threw her out of the house soon after her hubby’s death. She got a job soon on the basis of her education. I and my father had advertised for a Paid Guest (PG) because. I believe I had spoiled it."Shut up and let's go home," She meant her home. She could afford and maintain a decent place. I was surely running out of my bank.Four hours isn't as much time as it sounds. She made use of every second of it. Carmen looked incredible. She had put on this gorgeous red dress with one shoulder strap. The skirt floated over the black stockings that made her already tan skin look striking. I helped her curl and set her hair. How could I not be envious of how it rolled.