Hungry for Affection
Cathy called out to let her husband know she was leaving; it was just a courtesy call for she knew he didn't really care what she was doing or where she was going. As usual came the 'grunt' of a reply. The marriage was just one of toleration; they both led almost separate lives, but lived under the one roof. She had her selection of friends and he had his and very rarely did the two sections meet. She closed the door, picked up her bag and walked towards the station, which was only a block...