”She agreed, and accompanied him outside. It was a clear evening. You could see the moon, but it was chilly and they didn’t have jackets. They wer... walking between bungalows until they reached the parking lot. She said she was cold, and asked to go back.He told her, “Come with me, I’ll show you something.” He led her to the bus where he pressed a little secret button, and the bus doors slid open. She was amused with his ingenuity.They climbed in to the bus, and he closed the doors behind. Unko mai phala sa hi bahot like karta tha lakin bo mujha chota bacha samajhti thi mari age 21 hai or unki 28 hai. So mai har din unki name ki muthi mar kar raat ko suti hu barna mujha nind nahi ata hai.Mujha apni luck par bharsa nahi tha. Lakin jab mari chacha pardas chala gaya ta unko bahot akala pan mahasus hota tha. So bo akala bahat tadpti thi. Sex nahi karna ki baza sa unki chot par dard hota tha. So unhona dabai lana kaliya kaha or maina unha dabai la kar diya. Unki ghar par koi nahi. There were about a dozen of us to start. As the night went on, there were just a few of us left. There was a recent smoking ban put into place and it was snowy outside. A lady from Accounting, we'll call her Gina, really just wanted to sit down and have a cig. I had known her from work now for several months. I had too many drinks and actually lived close by and on her way home. So I told her if she gave me a ride, she could sit and chill for a minute and have a smoke.She was 20 years older. Her nail polish changed from blood red to black depending on her emotion: fierce anger or morbid depression.Worse, she had to face a whole buttload of strangers for her junior year in high school. Her clique of misfits--friendships well entrenched from years of school together in Englewood, New Jersey--had been torn from her. She had no illusions that any of the local yokels in this nowhere town barely on the edge of civilization would welcome her as a friend. And she couldn't imagine opening.