You just stay in the trailer. There's nothingout here for you anyway. You don't have a lot of choice, you know, unless youwant to go around in a bed s...eet. A skirt wont kill you. You might even likeit! " Ah...do you have any jeans, maybe?" Nope, don't wear them anymore. I've learned, that if I look like a ladyamong all these men, I get treated like a lady. I used to wear jeans andmen's shirts 'n stuff. Sure, they were practical but the guys would considerme 'one of the boys' and that didn't. He wore clothesthat were nothing but a series of costumes designed to make any man whowore them, ridiculously feminine: harem girl, French maid, chorus girl,slut, cheerleader - he was a debutante, a bride, a bridesmaid, a promqueen.Some dresses had large bows attached to the backside, which made sittingdown virtually impossible. Others had huge, ballooning sleeves thatmade any act of eating or drinking an adventure. He wore skirts soshort that the lace edges of his panties peeked out at the. Mai ek bhikaran gu… Mai ne kaha tum bhikaran thi ab nahi ho.Muze tumse khush kahena hai lekin tum ne to ab tak apna naam bhi muze nahi bataya.Wo muskurai aur boli.Sagina hai.Maine kaha mera naam mayur hai…Wo boli bada pyaara naam hai tumhara.Maine bina time kharab kiye sagina ka haath apne haath me leke kaha sagina tum muze pageli nazar me hi pasad aa gayi thi.Muze tumse pyaar ho gaya hai.Aur mai tumhare saath shaadi karna chahata hu…Kya tu muzse shadi karogi …Mai tumhe bahut khush rakhuga.Wo. A moment later, my heart thumped when the café door opened and Ramon himself came to my table. The smile on his face was both warm and genuine; a similar smile crossed my own as he greeted me – with a polite peck on both cheeks which it did not occur to me to refuse.“How are you feeling today?”“Battered and bruised,” I smiled ruefully. “I just wanted to thank you in person for taking care of me. I’m sorry I couldn’t come yesterday; you were sweet and a real gentleman. You made me feel safe.”“It.