She didn't answer."She's a client," Charrier went on. "One of our best clients. If she'd been Brunswick, would you have left?" Juliana just sat, naked... wringing a tissue in her hands.Dr. Charrier had entered her room and told her to undress. His voice had been harsh. She'd obeyed him immediately. Now she sat on the edge of her bed, exposed and feeling slightly nauseous.So the fake dollars may have been a joke, but Brunswick did pay for her after all. She was a whore. She'd known that all along. " Thank you, sir." A vantage point was of limited utility at the bottomof a valley, but I might be able to form a proper mental image of themilitary base itself."Is that how a girl like you gives her thanks? With just words?"It was easy to understand, what he meant. A lump formed in my throat, asthe slap from days earlier returned to my mind. That rebuff hadn'twounded my pride, but it had denounced my worth. As a captive, my valuewas in how enticing I was, and that was the key to good treatment. He was a raggedly dressed middle-aged vegetable seller standing at the roadside who called me as I walked.“Ta..ra..n.” I grunted his name in a low tone as I felt like punching his disfigured teeth in and dropping him on the ground. “Tharki (pervert) saala,” I told Arjun as we continued to walk without responding to Taran’s question. Ever since that fucking tailor suggested my mother wear those low cut blouses, her huge exposed cleavage was attracting many sexual predators.This Taran was one of. “It tastes like piss!”“It is,” replied the old drunk. “Now tell me how old I am.A man walked into a bar and said to the bartender: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”The bartender poured him a beer.A couple of minutes later, the man said again: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”The bartender poured him another beer.A few minutes later, the man said for a third time: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”Thoroughly confused, the bartender said: “Excuse me, when are you.