Let’s have lunch.” She said, “OK, I have cooked food in the morning. Let’s eat together.” I said I have my tiffin, so I’ll eat that first ...nd then eat some of your food. She said okay in agreement. She came back after 10 minutes with vessels of food in her hand. She had cooked rice and some curry, accompanied by curd to eat. She sat beside me on the dining table and we both ate silently. I ate my tiffin and took some rice and curd.Then, I did something so fabulous, even I couldn’t believe I did. He looked me over and I him. “I’m 19,” I stuttered. “I have ID.” The chunky man adjusted his cap. “I believe you. $5.” I paid him and he directed me to a dark door down a hallway. “Once through there you’ll have a choice of straight or gay films. If the lights flicker, it means the police are on their way. Not wanting to know why the police would come here, I nodded and left. Entering the door, I found two more with movie posters beside each. On the left the poster consisted of a topless blonde. He'd used it as a studio, but now Deena, his ex and her new husband, Jim, used it for storage. As Parker and Deena's divorce had gone amicably, he still kept things there, and it wasn't unusual for him to be in or around the house at any given time.Rachel probably wouldn't have heard him through the earbuds, and Parker decided whatever world she was in was too sweet to disturb. But she was moving her hands down over her hips and caressing her ass and thighs, and he couldn't bring himself to. You're fine now." She was smiling at me. She looked very nice. Her face was round. Her hair was straight but only fell to the middle of her neck. It lay very close to her skin. "What's your name?" I suddenly remembered who I really was and what trouble I was in. The tears stopped instantly. "Tina Tomkins," I said nervously in my little girl voice. Because I'd been crying it sounded strangled and pitiful. "That's a pretty name. My name's Mrs. Johnson. Harriet Johnson. I live just up the street..