They could almost see their prize as she stretched her legs wide and arched her back in limbo. As low as she could go she would press her naked body h...rd into the coldness of the metal.Money came. They threw it; rolled it; pushed it carefully down the wire of her bodice between the softness of her breasts. Her dancing: all relationship, all expression. Freedom. Just like waking from siesta, when it was over it was over. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was. ..damp, aching. Cramping?Thus endeth Chapter the SecondChapter the Third: The Patron RevealedMademoiselle arrived at the appointed time dressed in a full length beige fur coat, complementing her auburn hair which cascaded over one shoulder. Jean smiled and gestured toward the standing dressing screen in the corner of the studio. “Not even a ‘bon jour’ Jean?” she said. “Of course. Bon jour Mademoiselle. Pardon. What a lovely day...” She laughed saying…”A three ‘D’day! Dark, Dank and Damp.. Mrs. Teasley had breakfast ready when I went downstairs. Southern hospitality is delicious—strips of crisply fried bacon that weren’t burnt, basted eggs that had perfectly solid whites and runny yolks, grits with a big pat of butter melting in the middle. Mrs. Teasley suggested that I try them with a little salt and pepper or break my egg yolk and sop it up with the grits. Maybe the best thing was the fresh-baked bread that was still so hot it was hard for her to cut. And the real butter was a. Shivani gaazar ko wahi table par rakh di or hum kapde pahan kar kitchen me khana banane chale gaye.Thodi der ke baad mera bhai ghar aaya or mere room me tv dekhne laga. Thodi der baad shivani mere room me mere bhai ko tea dene gayi or wapas aa kar boli ki tera bhai teri chut ke ras me duba gaazar bade taste le kar kha raha hai. Ye sun kar maine kaha pagal ho gaya hai kya wo rok use to shivani ne kaha ki khane de use accha lag raha hai. Mujhse puch raha tha ki isme kaala namak kyu laga rakha.