‘Sorry, I am out of practice. Can I try again?’ I said. She smiled her acquiescence. ‘Is that Channel #5?’ I asked. ‘It’s smells wonderful...’ ‘You’re not very good at this, are you?’ ‘No,’ I agreed, ‘I was married for a long time and just recently divorced. Out of practice. Ok, so you tell me, what’s a good pick up line. I’m sure you’ve heard them all.’ ‘That’s a good pickup line. Ask a girl what’s a good pickup line,’ she said, pointing a finger at me for emphasis. She had a way of tilting her. The incident is absolutely true and I have tried to give the total picture of the incident. In the beginning you can feel bore but keep on reading it is different from others. Now coming to the fact. We, a group of people, were traveling to Bombay from Calcutta by train in the AC 3. The trip was pure official. We were 8 in the group and my berth was in the first cubicle of the compartment. I was more interested for the window side berths, but my two friends actually occupied those giving some. Will pulled into their driveway about an hour later, exhausted but horny. As he dragged himself in the back door, he took in a deep breath, the delicious smells in the air making his stomach growl. Smiling he thought to himself, ‘Man, I love coming home to a home-cooked meal.’“Hi babe,” Ann said coming into the kitchen wearing a red thong and two red heart pasties with tassels.Will started to laugh and said, “Wow woman that is a sight to behold. Were you a stripper in another life?”“No, but. “You deserve this, Iravati.” They were the last words of Jayah, her sister, to Champa before she was forced out of the village.Back then, her name was Iravati. This happened many decades ago. Moving to the city, Champa had experienced a lot in her life. Champa was hired by a local politician as a maid. She soon realized that her job requirement was more than just cleaning and dusting.She had to sleep with any politician directed in her way. Fortunately, she liked it; having sex with the top.