Me- thank you!! (with a big smile)She just replied with a smile.Me- I am mayank btw from transport dept.Neha- I am neha..Me- yeah I know from building...dept. I have seen you there many times! Btw congratulation for your marriage!Neha- (laughed a little) thank you! And well congratulations to you as well for your engagement.Me- so you know me.Neha- not really but everyone knows that you are engagedMe- ohh! Wanna have some chips?Neha- no thank you I am just going back to my seat!We both bid byes. ‘Really what?’ asked the voice. ‘No, I don’t want to say…’ ‘Why not? As if there’s any way I could even know–‘ ‘Really *horny*,’ confessed the patient. ‘I mean every inch of my … body just … tingles. And my nipples, I mean, you wouldn’t even believe it. It’s like having three clits!’ She giggled a little and then cleared her throat, with a bit of shame. Then a three-tone chime went off, not unlike a subway or train door warning, followed quickly by the patient, explaining ‘Oh, that means it’s. ’ The girl, now in her jeans and frantically trying to get the hoody the right way around to go over her head, decided that this was a good time to pitch in, ‘honestly, it wasn’t…’ But I cut her off. ‘Honestly,’ I yelled, ‘you can either fuck off or get back in the wardrobe, you walking fucking cliché, this isn’t about you, it’s about him!’ She had the audacity to look at my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend as if I were crazy as she fled, carrying the hoody she had failed to ever find her way back into. The young girl became frantic. Sure enough, grandma noticed her young granddaughter and asked curiously, “what are you lining up for dear?” not willing to let grandma in on her secret, the young girl said that some people were giving out free oranges and that she was lining up for some. “mmmm, sounds lovely,” said grandma, “i think i´ll have some myself,” she continued as she made her way to the back of the line. A police officer made his way down the line, questioning all of the prostitutes..