On the bed, at his waist, sat a sixty-ish thin effeminate man with a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor.Sammy had seen this older queen around town ...�� walking the streets with a feather boa and purple Chuck Taylors. He was stopping to talk to just about everybody. Though he floated down the street like a butterfly touching flowers, nothing about him said drugs or mental illness.Now Sammy was alone with him, naked from the waist down, in a ten-by-twelve foot room on the third floor of the. Dusare din wo subaha 6.30 baje aagai usene muze door ki bell baja baja ke uthaya.use maine andar bula liya aur kaam kya kya karna hai wo bata diya fir wo bartanghisane lagi aur uske baad pocha lagana chalu kiya aj 1st day tha isliye wo muzse kuch bol nahi rahi thi jab wo pocha laga rahi thi tab usne apna dupatta apne gale aur boobs pe laga liya taki wo zhukte samay na dikhe tab maine socha ki ese patane ke liye bohot kaam karna padega dusre din baad main us se bohot bate karta thaaur wo bhi. He stared at the upright mounds of her bra as she leaned to pour his coffee, not withdrawing from his gaze. She was smiling when his eyes went back up to her face. “It gets tips,” she said. “Huh, oh sorry.” “That’s all right. Some guys like the big ones. I just make do with what I’ve got, but showing tits gets bigger tips.” “Uh-huh. Well, then do bigger tits equal bigger tips?” “Size seems to be a preference. Guys like different sizes.” “And girls?” “I don’t get many tips from the girls, except. Back at the pub Miss Julie, beautiful Miss Julie, is tidying up and I head for the cupboard to shut off the supply. I should ask Her if She’s finished with the water but I can’t speak to Her. I emerge from the cupboard to find She’s behind the bar again, doing stuff. Already I’m getting erect just looking at Her in Her outfit. I go a bit crazy and get the plan of the water system out of my toolbox, walk round the other side of the bar, spread it on the bar and pretend to start reading it, with.