She loved the way her white heels made her almost an inch taller than Christi, who was wearing her favourite shiny black patent leather Mary Jane's wi...h the big chunky heels.How different the two girls were. Christi showing off her womanly bosom, Kathy dressing to draw attention to her taunt little bottom and long coltish legs.They gave each other a good-bye kiss before opening the school door. Once inside, they were sucked into the rush of students. Christi was quickly carried off by four. Baat 1 saal pehle ki hai, u.P me mera ghar h doubble floor jisme upar hamari family rehti h or niche rent pr de dete h. To kahani kuch iss tarah h mai south india k ek college se engineering kar raha tha meri engineering complete ho gai or mai apne ghar aa gya ghar me bas meri mom rhti hain q ki papa army me hain na. Raat ko 2 baje ghar pahucha change kr k fresh ho k coffee pee k soo gya. Next morning utha naha dho kr ghumne nikla niche utarte time ek bohot khubsurat gori slim aurat pr najar. A tube top that barely fit, a too short skirt and cowboy boots. I put on hoop earrings, and highlighted my lips to plump them to announce their ability to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. We arrived at the club early as Momma always did, she prepared for her routines and chatted with the other dancers and club workers. I was shown to my box at the front of house and told my duties. I was to stamp hands and take coats. I was to call cabs when people were to drunk to drive. I was to tag. One of the biggest dangers to homeless people is other homeless people. When I’d been on the street for less than a month. I met up with another woman. She took me under her wing because she knew that I was new at it. She said she could tell because my clothes were in good condition, and I didn’t really stink yet. And she was right. I’d been forced out of my home only two weeks before, and I was still sure it would be a temporary condition. I had what I considered the bare necessities, a few.