I always thought my life would follow a traditional path: graduate highschool, go to college, find a job, start a relationship with a girl, getmarried...and have kids. While things started out this way, they ended updrastically different than what my original life plan was.I had been dating Jennifer for two years when things started to go flat.We were both educated, she had a Master's in Childhood and developmentalPsychology and I was a lawyer in downtown Pittsburgh specializing incorporate law.. CRACK. Still Hatch’s hand ran through her hair. It made the white, pure pain in her ass and filling her entire being bearable. CRACK. “Dang,” Lucy said. Carla said, “Do you like Drake’s hard penis, dear?” “Does he like it?” Disbelief filled Lucy’s words. “Like maybe isn’t the right word. But he likes submitting. Being my little toy to do with as I please. He also hasn’t come in a couple of weeks.” CRACK. She cried out. Carla rubbed her ass. “Good girl, my dear. You took that well. Not. .je me sens sibizarre. J'ai l'impression qu'il me manque des souvenirs, des trous.- Tu crois pas que tu devrais y retourner. Pour te souvenir? Voir lebateau, rencontrer M?lissa ou Gavay peut ?tre?- Je...je sais pas si je peux No?mie...je...je te l'ai pas dit mais...- Mais quoi? son amie afficha un air soucieux.- Mais je...d?s que je vais dans un endroit...c'est compliqu? ? dire. Unendroit que je connais pas, quelque chose que je connais pas, c'estcomme si tout ?tait brouill?, je me sens bizarre. While I was walking out of the bus stand, I noticed 2-3 ladies, dressed in sari and with a good amount of makeup and all. I was sure that they were not waiting for bus or auto. Then I tried to walk near them so that I can have a good look. Then I was amazed to discover that they were not just ladies but Hijras.They were waiting for customers. For that very moment I wished if I could be someone among them dress like them and wait for customers and get paid for satisfying the customers. I didn’t.