A tiny spark of hope flutters in my mind, hopefully the brownie points I win with your friends can get me out of my punishment. A sideways glance from...you tells me I'm mistaken.Your friends leave about an hour from last call. I look around, noticing the very few patrons the bar has now.“Bathroom,” you whisper, disappearing into the men’s room. Ah, shit. Here we go…I check myself in the mirror. My long red-brown hair is down in softly tousled waves. My brown eyes are framed by dark brown liner. There was tiered seating sufficient for the 60 guests and they sat down on padded school type chairs each with a small side mounted swinging tray for holding drinks a few rows back from the floor level stage and because there were no provisions for carrying money when in the raw, when they bought drinks the locker key number was used to run a tab. Drinks would be added to the Visa card bill for which Bob had given the details.Not long after they had sat down, 2 good looking young men and a very. ”“Damnation! Nobody does what they are supposed to any more! Right, name?!”“Russell Charles Atkins,” I recited, “Usually known as ‘Charlie’.”“You’re not on my list.” The Voice, wherever it was coming from, sounded exasperated.“Ah. Is that a good or bad thing?”“What do you think?” Now The Voice bordered on petulance.“I dunno, I don’t even know where I am,” I said, “Ornate and shiny double gates in front of a misty river, warm orange red sky above the far shore. Puffy clouds that appear to be. Tha to muje bhi thoda accha mehsus ho raha tha thodi der baad vo uthi mai soye soye hi uski gand ko dehta rah gaya aur vo bathroom mai nangi hi chali gai thodi der baad vo aai aur kutch na boleMer paas aake so gai mai bhi kutch na bole uski ankho mai ankhe dal kar dekhne laga aur maine fires usko apne karbi khich kar usko kiss karne laga aur usne bhi apna haath mere lund per rakh kar mere lund ko sehlane lagi fir boli Aryan chalo ab aur nai tumhe study nai karni hai kya maine kaha nai bhabhi.