‘Don’t worry about it.’ ‘What do you think about the one with the blue streaks?’ he said, the smell of whiskey strong. He thought she was un...erweight, pale, starving, and probably strung out.’Ok, I guess.’ ‘She’s a goddess!’ The man turned back to the floor. ‘A goddess.’ he repeated staggering away. He reached over for his bottle. In places like this, he would be inconspicuous if he was empty handed. Water was his only drink as it was one that came in a sealed bottle to stem the chances of. The downstairs had been the office and the upstairs was one giant storage room.The building was badly in need of a washing, a paint job inside, and the floors resurfaced. It wouldn't be cheap to renovate, but it was doable in budget. Especially since I would be reusing my industrial decorating pieces.I saw it but I wanted to look at some others for price comparisons. After a week of looking all over town it proved to be the ideal place. I immediately put a crew on the floor and the painting. I. She opened her window: “Tim!” she protested angrily, while trying to shoo me away but I just started breaking into the garage instead. She told me to wait – she would be down to let me in… But I had to be quiet. So I waited.Sure enough she came down and let me in – reluctantly. Despite her protestations, I barged in and we immediately started kissing and groping. It felt like there was a sledge hammer in my trousers. And when I put my hand up her skirt…. Well let’s just say she was feeling. “Welcome to India, Mr. Jones!” said Savita and shook hands with the photographer. “Ahh no…Please call me Nick. I don’t want a beautiful woman like you to be so formal with me!” Savita noted how Nick’s eyes were fixed on her breasts and knew that Nick could make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra. There wasn’t much time to waste and so she got straight to the point. “Okay then Nick! We’re on a tight schedule so Sheetal here will take you to go meet the models. Call me if you have any.