I was returning from my office after a good day’s work. The KR Puram Bridge stretched empty before me, under the Neon lights. I was in no hurry to g...et back to the emptiness of my bachelor den. My good old Royal Enfield thumped lazily beneath me at 50 km/h. I removed my helmet and let the cool and dry Bangalore breeze flow through my hair. It was a good feeling and everything seemed perfect as I was driving along.I noticed a red Hundai Santro parked to the side on the middle of the bridge. I. Now coming to the story. One day we decided to meet in a coffee day in the outskirts of city. So we had a long drive and she was telling about her family and kids. Around 1hour we reached the coffee day and we started talking again.But this time she told me about how lonely she feels because her husband had stopped coming home and used to sleep at the other woman’s house. I tried to console her but she was crying a lot. But somehow she composed herself and then started talking about other. “ Ok first job is can you put a swing up for me in the Oak tree it's for the k**s when they come over soon , it’s out on the back yard,I’ll go and change out of my running gear I do 10 k a day it’s great roads around here a little hilly but keeps the butt tight” she smacked her arse and she made her way up stairs.I picked up the swing slung it over my shoulder and climbed up into the middle of the tree, picking out a good position I started to tie the swing in place. I was up quite a height and. It took me a few days to make the connection, to remember that I had blinded my other attacker, poor, hapless Pedro Morales. In both eyes.Not exactly a Biblical eye for an eye thing, but my vengeance, and the resulting damage, didn’t bother me. Damages.One thing about Folsom was still puzzling. What had been his end game with me? He surely couldn’t let me go, not after all that he’d done. Kidnapping, assault, rape. So why did he keep me alive? Quite possibly, it was uncertainty about his boss,.