It was more cramped and less lavishly decorated than the torus, somewhere between an office space and the interior of a spaceship. There were numbered...doors along the branching pathways, reminding Jules of a row of cubicles. The ceiling was just high enough that Zuki could stand, and the corridors just wide enough that an average-sized Krell might be able to slip by. The walls were whitewashed, and the carpet was the same Navy blue as the one in the spoke. The only real decoration here were a. Me: Do you even work somewhere else or it is the only job you do?Her: no it is the only one..Me: I saw you boarding the train to city this morning.. I thought that you might have other job as well..Her face turned red right after I said that and she avoided the eye contact from me..I sensed that sangita is not a decent wife.. she was cheating her husband.. she was a slut..I asked “how much does he pay you?”Sangita was speechless..I went behind her and hugged her from behind..Me: do I need to. Did you have a nice day?"God, that wife of mine had sex written all over her! These last few days she had received me in the same dress: A long, very loose and roomy design, which looked so damn sexy anyway, because it was made of shiny, clinging, pale blue silk; or maybe it was some kind of nylon, how would I know. But I knew that, like the other days, she would be naked under it, except for stay up stockings."You bet it was a good day. I have a lot to tell you." I kissed her warmly."How. Make sure she gets what she wants.”There were a few more regular deliveries before theygot to Number 23. At one, Carly stood on the frontstoop and flipped her skirt up in back, pulling herpanties down and mooning her mother. It was broaddaylight on the quiet street, but Beth was pretty sureno one saw. “Damn, that little slut has got a tightass.”Finally they arrived at the Lewis house. Carly grabbeda newspaper and her ‘special delivery’ bag and headedup to the front.