” Paul looked at me uncomprehendingly. “Have you seen that fucking cow Katja?” he slurred, definitely wasted. “Err, no mate. Have you tried ...he lavs?” I asked innocently “Yeah, no frigging sight of her. I bet she's fucked off, and left me here! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Seeing that Paul had hardly paid Katja any attention when he had the chance, his outburst ignited my curiosity. “That fucking bitch was driving,” Paul exclaimed. “Which means if she’s gone, I’ll need to take a taxi,” he went on.. Yes, she decided, she would certainly quit tomorrow if her husband hadn't just dumped her for a younger woman leaving her destitute and barely able to pay her rent.She had just resumed her perch behind the bar and returned her attention to the big clock on the wall, watching the seconds until last call slowly tick down, when she heard the front door open. She didn't pay any attention until she noticed that the bar had gone silent. Looking around, she saw that all eyes were focused on the door.. One thing I had notices is that she always had a slip around her neck and chest even if she wore the uniform. While she was typing out my bill, I stole a glance at her ample breasts, though she still had the shawl on as usual, it looked like she had wrapped it, unusually tighter around her chest. She looked very uncomfortable and disturbed. She was very restless and something about her face made it look like she is in some sort of pain. Her eyes were tearing up. I asked her If she is alright. That wasn't any kind of choice at all. "But whotook advantage of them. You said somebody took advantage of them." The women of the tribes welcomed the berdache." Really? Wait, how's that taking advantage of them?" Well these individuals, no matter how effeminate they desired to be,still had masculine bodies with all of the height and reach and strengththat entailed. If one of these became a man's 3rd or 4th wife, thatperson's physical assets made life so much easier for the other wives.They.