Although it wasn't a long distance, it wasa part of town I didn't really want to walk through early on a Saturdayevening Not wearing a skirt and heels... I was quite relieved to stepinside my lodgings and shut the door.Something was different. I realised that the room was tidier than I hadleft it. Somebody must have been in. I took my red dress out the shoppingbag and opened the wardrobe to hang it up. I got a bit of a shock. Therewasn't much in the wardrobe. All my male clothes had disappeared.. I opened my eyes. K was watching me closely. She didn't look all thatsympathetic, but the moment she saw I was awake she reached out of myline of sight and brought back a glass of water."Can you sit up?" she asked.Yeah, wonderful bedside manner, a real Nightingale, that K. Pain flaredacross my chest as I struggled to sit. Just like I expected: onemassive bruise. My whole chest and upper abdomen was a purple andyellowed mess. The bastard who shot me must've been close. K placedsome pillows. Jooth nai boluga mera 6 inch ma lund unki chut me ekdum asani se chale gaya. Ekdum garam aur chikna mehsoos ho raha tha mere laude ko.Aur fir aunty upar niche chodte jaa rahi thi. Maine unke nipple ko pakad ke bable khich raha tha. Isme vo aur zor se muje chodne lagi. Muje ek pal ke liye laga mai jannat ki sair kar raha tha. Aunty usdin muje pagalo ke jise chode jaa rahi thi. Fir usne chodte time fir pani choda. Mere land mano kisi ne zor se pakda ho aise laga.Aur ab vo fir puri kaap uthi par. ' Good day.I look at Rita with a grin. "And miss out on that?"oOoOoOoI'm meeting Mrs. Constance Baxter for lunch at the Dexter Club, as she expressed no interest in my office, preferring the comfort of her own stage. Founded in the age of snap-brim hats and ladies in white gloves, it still clings tight to the throat of rich societal privilege. Tooling up in my vintage Mercedes Opera coupe, I get a small nod of respect from the parking manager.Despite having rummaged the more conservative side.