The last Joan had heard, her former roommate was sharing an apartment in Greenwich Village with another woman. While she was never totally sure, Joan ...as fairly certain that the relationship between Carol and her new roommate involved more than simply sharing the rent and utilities.“Carol, is something wrong?” Joan asked, thinking that might be the reason for the unexpected call.“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Carol said. “You know, with everything that is going on and all.”“That’s. Tbhi bhabhi has padi or boli abhay itne maze lute or kah rhe ho k sapna he….or hum has pade….tbhi mene pucha….Bhabhi next enning kab khele..Bhabhi- abhi nhi uncle ki kal se nite duty he to moka nhi milega….Or me udas ho gya to bhabhi boli k aj hi to choda he thoda sabra kar….Me- sabra nhi hota mujhe to har jagah apki hi pink chut or nipple dikgae de rhe he….Bhabhi- ha pta he…chal bye..Phir me to bhabhi ko chodne ki liye tadap rha tha…bhabhi jb bhi dikhti unko pakad k chod dalne ka man krta. Jackie smiled and said “well I don’t know about that but I’ll do the best I can to help”. So Jackie showed him around and let him know who was who and when each piece of equipment was free to use. They chatted and Harry told her that he decided that he needed to start working out as he felt that he was getting flabby. Jackie stepped back and gave him the up and down look to check him out and told him “well I’m not sure what you’re talking about because you look fine to me”. Harry smiled and. “Who else lives with you?” “My, aren’t you suddenly getting inquisitive? It’s just Lydia and me, but we often have visitors around.” “You and Lydia,” I managed to look at her, “are you sisters?” Her bellowing laughter startled me. “Sisters? Oh my god, that’s a good one!” “But -” She didn’t let me voice my question. “Lydia’s my pimp.” “Pimp?” The word came out with a high pitch and made me probably sound exactly like the young girl I was dressed as. “Yes, pimp,” she confirmed with a chuckle..