Unka pariwaar bhi unke saath waali kothi me hi rahata hai. Unka kapade ka bahut bada karobaar hai. Shama apne waaliden ki ikloti santaan hai aur gul h...ssan bhi apne maa baap ka iklota beta hai. Dono ki mangani ho chuki hai aur agale mahine shaadi hai.Class room me ham saath saath hi baithe hai. Jab bhi koi khaali period hota hai to ham dono college ke lawn ya canteen me chale jaate hai aur fir shama apni chudaai ke kisse ras le le kar sunaati hai ki kal raat bhaaijaan ne kis aasan me uski. When I went into the back room it was filled with boxes of beautysupplies, there was an old dinette table and four chairs. On the tablewas a stack of beauty magazines and catalogs. There was also a pack ofcigarettes and an ashtray with about a dozen lipstick stained butts init. I sat there and very nervously waited. In about ten minutes shecame back and asked me if I had my cigarettes and lipstick. I told herthat I had gotten rid of them when I realized that she had recognizedme on the road. ••••••••••I was in an endless sky. Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. This was the monthly ? PunishmentDay ? at the ? Farm for Women Prisoners ?. On this day thoseprisoners that failed to meet their quota as slave laborers were punished withthe bullwhip. The slave on the Whipping Ladder had failed to meet her quota forthe third consecutive month so for the third time she was punished for herlaziness.? She was sentenced to.