The foggy smoke, just as the cell's sole occupant, was retained within the small rectangle formed by the three walls and jail bars. The long-term, mid...le-aged prisoner lying on his back, was staring up at the semi-dark ceiling but his unfocused eyes weren't really seeing anything. Although it was only a couple of minutes past ten p.m., it was already the standard "lights out" time in the cellblock, but that rule applied only to the lights within the cells. The corridor just on the other side of. Aane se pehle Sanchita mujhse poochti thi ki aapke liye kya gift le kaar aau Delhi, to main kehta tha ki ek pyaara sa Smooch de dena hone waale Jija ko.Finally vo din aa gaya jab meri girlfriend or uski behan Sanchita mere ghar aai. Chaaru se mil ke to bohat khushi hui or usse jada mujhe Sanchita ko dekh kar surprise hua jisse main 3 saal baad mil raha tha face to face. Sanchita thodi saawli complexion ki thi per uska chehre pe bohat chamak thi Height karib 5’2″ hogi and vo kaafi patli dubli si. Ma tab study ma bohot busy thi kuch din wo mugha attract karnaka kosis karrah tha hum logo ka bathroom or potti zaha karta ha wo dono alag tha . Ma zabbhi hamasha potty karna zati hu tab ma upna bra or panty washroom ma rakhka jati hu ma kabhi bar dekhi hu bhai mera bad hi washrooma ma ghusta tha 5 minit bad nikal jata ha or jabha bhi nikal gata uska bad mana dekha ka mera pani panty ma ha assa kuch dino tak chalta raha ma kuch nahi boli matlab ignore kiya.Ya bad ma upni 2 sahiloyo ka batai or. When she wasn't working, she was at the bar on the corner, waiting for the next low-life scum-bag drunk to take her home with him. She easily traded whatever tattered dignity she ever had to keep any semblance of a dilapidated roof over their heads. For the first few years of Kandi's young life, it was limited to men who would drink and swear, tell Kandi's mom she was worthless, a trashy whore to be used and abused. She did the best she could to shield Kandi from the horrors, but children-.