In contrast, the dull orange coffee table that stretched in front of it was cheap looking. It came from the secondhand shop in town. So the food spi...lls and rings from sweating glasses didn't matter. We lived on the poor side of the tracks, literally, since they were half a block from us. You learned to sleep through the freight trains that rumbled by during the night. Mom was a waitress at the local truck diner. I once got in trouble at school for hitting a kid who called her a dirty. She heard the riff of the Beatles ‘Birthday’ and her heart sunk for a moment.“Hey darl, how are you?” Marcus said.“Up the shit.”“Why, what’s going on?”“Missed the bloody train.”The music stopped in the background.“Bloody hell,” Marcus said“I won’t be home until after ten.”“That sucks.”“Tell me about it,” Sharon leant forward in a despondent slouch. “And it’s as windy as all fuck and pissing down rain.”“Is there anywhere to go for an hour?”Sharon looked back down the street. “There’s a pub just. Net ka permanent reader houn or yeh kahani mae pehli bar send ker raha houn umeed hae ke aap sab ko pasand aye gi. Agar aap ko pasand aye tu mujhe mail ker ke zaroor inform kerna. Ab mae apni kahani ki taraf aata houn yeh kahani aaj se koi 6 sal pehle ki hae us waqt mari umer 24 thi or mae apne nana ke ghar karachi geya houa tha. Wahan mere mamoon bhi nana ke sath rehte thee. Mere nana ke aik bhai Malik thee jin ki 2 betian or aik beta tha. Bari beti ka nam Saima or Choti beti ka nam Raima tha. It was a "Don't ask,don't tell" situation.As it was, their sex life together became non-existent. Patricia foundit impossible to become aroused and sustain an erection for his wife,as all Joanne wanted was vanilla sex. So he kept his dressing tohimself and dared not to ask Joanne what she did for her own sexualrelief. It was indeed a difficult situation but their love for eachother held them together tightly. Now, it was the middle of theafternoon. Joanne was at work and not due back for a few.