Her hair is a thick, messy weave. She is every19 year old boy's fantasy. At first, it was fun to work with Ms.Jasmine.But as the first day wore on, ... realized that Jasmine could be a realbitch. In every room we cleaned, she vacuumed and dusted. My job wasto clean the bathrooms. She inspected my work. In one room, she mademe clean the bathroom again as she sat on the bed giggling and chattingwith her boyfriend. I just did as I was told.As a hotel maid, you are assigned a group of rooms.. Did your stomach or lower abdomen feel anything when you looked up at me as I smiled at you?She….Maybe yes ….Me…then ….Di d you feel any sensations in your body on a physical level…. Like a sexual feeling …She……gave me a surprised look and …. .Came close to me and kissed my cheek.She….How do you know all that..?Me…..I told you…experience… .Am double your age I guess…She …. I am 27 years old… .And today I have met a real man.Me…. Wow… thanks for that but…you look 20…..And fully grown up….She. This story is about an experience I had in a coastal city that I was posted in. I have described the city in my writing. I had some memorable experiences there. I had never been to the fish market before. The whole place was filled with the smell of sweat and death. I had a strange feeling, aroused by the sweat and afraid of death. The place was situated by the city’s docks, which opened into the Arabian sea.Boats ranging from little ones to huge ships carrying varying amounts of fish.. Likewise, the byroad had relinquished its primacy to encroaching brush, creeping vines and even tree saplings taking root between cracks. There was nothing scenic anymore about this ride.Mary was forced to sit between Sally and Katie in the back seat to keep her from seeing the horrible sights on the streets of Millbrook. They past broken-down cars, twisted trash mangled with crushed plastic bottles and rusty cans, and grey bones lying on dusty sidewalks. That didn’t stop the fourteen-year-old.