It was almost 9pm. The weather had quite changed. It was going to rain apparently. The breeze blew fragile things in sight.... biscuit wrappers, papers, nylon bags and so on. Dust also flew around and some got into my eyes.

I diverted to a locked store room and while waiting for the breeze to stop or at least, reduce, I tried getting the dust out of my eyes and reminiscing over what had happened in the previous hours.

John had thrown me out of his apartment after he was done with ...