Sally, the test subject’s street name, may have a souped up suspension, racing running gear and refined coach work, but her newly turbo-ed engine is...’t firing on all cylinders. An ignition problem. Sally is not a self starter. Lot’s of new bells and whistles she may have, but doesn’t yet know how to use effectively.She is still a drug addict, habitual. A creature of habits. She is heading home to familiar turf. Common knowledge in which areas the homeless tend to aggregate, dictates where the. . Ritu was all excited while soumya was red in her cheeks..Ritu: ok now we are enjoying.. ha..So you hv practiced pretty well eh..?Me: yeah..kind off..Ritu: so how many times you have had sex with your gf..?Me: few occasions.. but not much..Ritu: oh I m feeling hot in here. Can you turn up the ac..Before I had grabbed the remote to ac.. Ritu had removed her top and was sitting only in her black bra and skirt.. I was amazed at the sight of her boobs while soumya continued to gulp down vodka.. I. “But I can’t belong to him or anybody like a possession. He didn’t want me to leave home. I guess he had in his mind that I would do everything he wanted without question and then settle down with some farmer from another family of his choosing. That is why he doesn’t want me fucking the hands.”“He’s afraid you’ll fall for one and marry him,” Adam offers.“More like, I’ll fall for one and leave the farm with him,” Paula corrects.“Well, it’s too bad he doesn’t really know me,” he remarks.“I think. ”Xera passed the word. We crept forward. Every time we passed a side-tunnel, I heard the tink of hammers. Sometimes, I would catch a ruddy glow. The tunnels were not empty of life as we expected.We did not stop for our midday break. Angela agreed to hurry us through in case we were walking through a threat. Everyone moved as quiet as possible. Faoril snuffed out one of her lights and dimmed the other. She kept it in the middle of the group, lighting our steps and little else. Xera took the lead.