We were just friends. We used to meet on weekends, along with other friends. We used to chat almost every day (although she had a boyfriend in Mumbai).... She is kind of a bubbly girl.During our chats, we shared our thoughts about sexual fantasy. I told her I find her attractive. Then our conversation about sex began. We used to do sexting. I used to ask her to do self-pleasure.I used to tell her on the phone that how I would make foreplay with her. That used to make her wet, and she used to. There seemed to be a station, a small half empty car park and a shop. Apart from a few picture post card cottages there was not much else to see. There may have once been a timetable in the bus stop but not anymore. There was probably something about this in the instructions she had been sent but they were buried at the bottom of her bag. What she remembered was to take the bus and let the driver know she wanted Tawse Hall. The shelter was full or rubbish so she sat down on her case to wait. It. Then along came Bella.Bella looked into those dark eyes as he asked the question again. “Why are you here?”Her answer was almost a whisper. “To take down Thor Aksin.”Jake turned silently and started to leave the room. Es stepped in front of him. “Get out of my way Es.”“Jake, hear us out. It’s time we did something about this.”“Es, we can’t do this. I don’t want to go through all of that again”“Jake, we have help. We have a plan.”A woman’s voice came from the doorway. “I’m in this with you.” An. Jason, my mom Janine.”I smiled at the man and held my hand out to him and received nothing more than an icy stare followed by averted eyes.'Ok,' I thought, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, 'maybe he sucks at social cues.”I knew at my core that this was not the case. I was used to that look having lived in the same small southern city my entire life. He had just given me the, “Holy shit it’s a Tranny," look that I’d received so many times over the years. I was married for six years.