Usne kaha aaj chhutti le lo. Maine kaha. Nahi aaj bahot kam hai air boss nahi aane. Vale to mere ko jana hi padega. Usne kaha to ek bar teri varsha ko...maja. De do. Maine kaha an nasta karunga aur company jaunga to smay nahi hai. Main sham ko aake double maja dungaUsne kaha thin hai par muje to make karne do. Manie kaha mai much samja nahi varsha darling. Vo boli tum khade ho. Main khada huva. Usne mere pent niche pair take utaar diya air boli an beth jav. Me beth gaya. Usne muje nasta parosa. I harshly grabbed her jeans again."You're going nowhere", I hissed, getting up as well and pulling her with me to the front of the room. She offered me some resistance, but for sure far less than she could have would she seriuosly wanted to have gotten away - her resistance was only part of the game, I realised. With my free hand, I took of my belt."Remember this thing?", I asked, letting the belt dance before her eyes. Her face remained angry-defiant but the shine in her eyes became. After drying my head, I stood there foolishly look around the house hinting at my inability to sit anywhere without wetting it. She asked me to take off my clothes while she looked for something for me to change into. She went to the bedroom and shut the door while I took off all my wet clothes and wrapped a towel around my naked torso.Suddenly, she opened to door and peeped outside to ask me if a t-shirt and shorts would suffice! I nodded in affirmation and asked her where I could dry my. She noted that at no point did either man introduce himself to her, retaining their comparative anonymity whether intentionally or not. Fulfilling the request of her to sit on the end of the bed, she tugged again at her skirt, more aware than ever before of how exposed she was to these two strange men of almost twice her age. She sat as though ready to leave, her jacket still close around her and her bag clutched tight to her hip. Words went in one ear and out the other, failing to register in.