-Are you angry about some asshole stealing your parking space? I bet it's because you couldn't bang your mother!- Just stupid shit really, to me it sa...s more about the author than the reader.The other side of the room was a big mahogany desk, complete with a brown leather office chair and two brown leather single seats for meetings I guess. On top of the desk was a dark green lamp pointed at a stack of papers, a silver laptop left open with the screen facing the other way and a mahogany. "Well if you are from here you know who Reverend Adkins and 'His Laboring Few' are." I suggested."Do you mean Reverend Archer and that ministry for the poor, druggies, alcoholics and the homeless?" she said."Yes, did I call him Adkins?" I asked."Yes you did," Carrie replied."I must be slipping into senility early," I suggested, "Anyway, they do damn good work. I support that ministry as much as a heathen like me can. Whenever I hear of trouble in the ministry, I try to fix it. I figure it's. Buyers had approached them all night, examining their shivering bodies, poking at their entrances, teasing their nipples, pulling at their hair. Cheryl had been poked and prodded all night long, and her face was flushed from the humiliating experience. And then, the bidding started. They started with the girl on the far right, and moved their way down the line. The first girl, a short, chubby brunette who looked like she’d never seen a hard day of work in her life, went for a little over. Like ‘what the fuck’ I thought in my mind“Sorry to disturb you, sir. I mean, are you also traveling to Delhi?” She asked againI couldn’t understand anything. I just nodded my head in yes.“Looks like you are not a talkative person. I like to talk to people and get to know them when I travel,” Kavita added.So far, I had no idea as to why Kavita was behaving like this.“It’s ok, sir, some people don’t like to talk much, I understand. I will just talk to this gentleman here.” Kavita said confidently.