I was the plague carrier, the man who could possibly get you fired. Even my boss didn’t say another word to me for the rest of the day. At 4:30 PM a... email came from Miss Yi, telling me to go to HR.In the back of my mind I knew it was coming but the reality of getting fired was still shocking. I knew I was a talented salesperson and I had plenty of savings. So I put those feelings aside, I would find another job soon.I decided to go out that night, partly to drown my sorrows and partly to. .. Also, that thing about cops and their uniforms ... Do they really ignore trash?”“As a clerk I saw often enough how law officers operate. They are not perfect, they are married men with a stressful job and too many folks giving them orders. So yes, they avoid many things you and I would avoid. The city arms them, gives them cars, but dry cleaning is expensive and it comes out of a family budget that includes other things, so yes, they act human.”He appreciated my insight, and we quickly. Jyoti said ” mein kya ? mein “..umh and had no words, with anger dharampal caught her blouse and started pulling with full might , I heard the blouse tear the voice of tearing cloth gave everyone such a high that from all sides I saw all the men pulling and trying to tear whatever cloth comes in their hand, in front of me I saw dharampal and another man pull Jyoti’s blouse from both the direction andI could see it giving way from the front right below her beautiful cleavage, she was trying to. He quickly shed his pants and boxers and returned, kneeling between her legs and pausing to appreciate the view. Her modesty, affected both by their state of undress and his scrutiny, caused a blush to suffuse her pale skin. ‘God you’re beautiful,’ he whispered, running his fingers slowly up the outside of her calf. She watched his face as he studied her carefully as if cataloguing every feature his eyes passed over. His eyes flickered over the still fading marks on her knees and he stiffened.