One of the policemen was talking to me. "Did they hurt you? Do you needmedical care?" He got a swab and dabbed at my chest. "That's the worst ofit," I...said, "The rest was just manhandling, grabbing and pawing andstuff."The officers looked at each other. "We'd better ask you to come with usto the station and make a statement. Can you do that?"I nodded. I was shaking violently now. "I'd like to put on some clothes,please." "Sure, that's fine."So, minutes later I was with one of them in an office. An old man peered out, recognized her and let her inside. Smoke from many cigarettes and cigars filled the air as she made her way to what was loosely called a dressing room. Inside were other women in various stages of undress, or dressing. It all depended on how you looked at it or if they were going or coming from the stage out front.Jane found an empty table and put her things on top of it. She dug into her large bag and pulled out her costume. It consisted of a short black skirt, black. Phie chachi apane balo me tel lagane lagi to maine kaha chachi me laga deta hu. To vo boli laga do . mai balo me tel lagane laga to balo se aa rahi khusabu se madhos hua jar aha the. Isi bicha maine kaha chachi me thumare chare ki masaaj kar deta hu to vo boli kar de par dhyan se karana me crim lekha usake komal-2 galo ki malis karane laga uski gulab se pankudiyo se hoth sahlane laga meri himmat kucha jyada hi badh gayi thi to maine apane ek hath chachi ki neck par rakha diya or usaki bahar. ‘I have been waiting on this for what seems like eternity.’ He replied with every bit of desire in his voice. ‘Waiting on what?’ I inquired hesitantly. ‘You.’ He swept his hand up to my head and pulled me in to a lip locking kiss that didn’t last quite long enough. I was shocked at first but I melted into his arms quickly. He didn’t waste any time laying me down, keeping his hand where it had been. His kisses traveled down my neck until he was blocked by my shirt. He stopped and started.