"Angie came back then and told us she was leaving."I'm sorry to mess you about."She was crying so, without thinking I grabbed her by the arm and pract...ically threw her onto the garden seat."What's wrong Angela?"Mickey was beside us both, her good eye filled with tears."I'll tell him, Angie." Tell me what?"Mickey looked at me, her face was a picture of abject misery, and a tear trickled down her cheek, Angie was crying too on the seat and suddenly I felt like a bully, a specimen of sub-humanity. Her father passed away when she was a kid and this gave me regular chance to fool her mom and sleep at her place. She used to let me enter her home through the rear door and we used to fuck the whole night.Since we were in relationship from long time I started loosing interest in her. One weekend I met one of my close friend at a pub. His girlfriend a good looking Punjabi girl was with him. She had stunning looks with great shape.When we were introduced formally she gave me a hug and her soft. I pondered weather to or not so just went for it, well her face was a real picture a mixture of shock, lust, fear. I said “is this what you want?” she was almost lost for words and stuttered out “that’s really big” no expletives and then she was just starring in silence I asked “what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” she managed to squeeze out a few more words of “but it is just popper big, it’s like the size of my arm” to which I said “did you want to measure against your arm and sure enough. I flagged the first cab I could and went to catch the plane, thinking non stop about Mom left behind...I got drunk on the plane and passed out. I had to. I was still shaking and worrying about Mom, left there in police custody in that country rumoured to use torture against detainees. Even though she'd reassured me it wasn't going to happen to her, I had a feeling that she was protecting my sensitive nature, like a loving Mom would. I knew she'd sacrificed herself in some unspoken way, to save.