It was the day for marriage mom was dressed in a red saree, with a low back blouse exposing her whole back, red nail polish and lipstick.Mom, me and h...r other prostitute friends got into the car and we drove to marriage hall. Mom, Ambika aunty, Poornima aunty and I sat in the rear seat. Priya aunty and SARIKA aunty sat next to the driver. All these aunty’s are prostitutes from Tamil Nadu and north India. Ambika aunty a fat and fair prostitute took care of me when mom was taken outstation and I. Bad time for stirring of the sexual kind. She pulled back from me and I looked down at her. The kiss couldn’t have been cheesier happening than in a romance novel. Sheesh, it was tender and full of emotion. Arms wrapped around my neck and I growled in appreciation. That growl made her break the kiss. “That sounds so beastly,” she said. “Just wait, it gets worse,” I said. I felt her shudder and that wasn’t from the dropping temperature brought on by the sinking sun. “It does?”“Yeah, you grow. He askedfor the toilet and was shown the staff one just off the laundry room.He did his business then noticed a large plastic bottle of bleach whichhe picked up and walked towards the main rooms.He found the dining room without any trouble, the door was stood open,and noticed what looked like a very expensive Persian carpet in there ofa considerable size. He did a walk right round the table with thebottle, cap off, tilted so that it spilled the contents right round theroom. That done he. From what I know, you weren’t exactly shy in your efforts to get into nurses uniforms!” “That’s true but definitely not with the success I am attributed!” I chewed on my bottom lip as my memory got closer to her identity. “Still don’t remember me?” she asked with a sense of righteousness. “Not quite... fancy giving me any clues?” I asked in vain already knowing her reply. She shook her head and lifted her glass to her lips once again as I lifted mine. I swilled the alcohol around my mouth.