Huh?” he said, pulling my face up by my hair again.“Yes, sir.”He continued on for quite a while and it was starting to get pretty painful.“Fuc... that hurts.”“What was that, huh?” Simon panted, obviously exerting a lot of energy for this.“I said… fuck that hurts.”“Huh?” He said and flipped me over again by my hair.“Did I hear you say something without ‘sir’ at the end?” he asked and slapped me across my face.I was a little surprised and taken aback. But right after he kissed me, forcefully. Snelling.Tom reached into his waistcoat pocket and removed a gold square. "Here is fifty dollars. I expect to see receipts for everything that you buy."He noticed Molly bristle, "Are you saying that you don't trust me?" She huffed with defiance in her fiery eyes.Tom smiled at her, "No, I'm saying that I want an accurate accounting of the money. I will check the receipts and if I ever find that you have cheated me, I will make you wish to your last breath that you didn't." As Tom spoke his voice. One day I decide fuck it. I hate job. I go. I travel some and meet Lars. He’s okay. I say fuck it again and travel more and come here. Then somewhere else.” She smiled at me. “Just say fuck it. Even if it’s your birthday. Then even if it is not.”She gave me a hug and left the cubicle.After I peed, I went back to my chair. As I passed the hippy couple, the girl gave me a wink and carried on talking to Lars in some language I did not recognise.I sat down and looked at Andrew and Rolfe. “Fuck it,. Fir mehra uncle mere ghar k gate pr ja k bell bajaya thodi der mai dekha mom andar se aayi smile krti hui n gate khola aur mehra uncle bhi smile karte hue ek dusre ko dono ne hugg kiya aur kuch baate karne lage fir mom gate bandh kr k aage chalne lage baate krte hue n mehra uncle piche unka figure sab dekhte hue andar jane lage.Mai turant hi daud k gaya aur ghar mai gate se andar ja k dhire se piche ki aur se garden mai ja k dekhne laga. Mom boli “Baithye bhaisahab” aur dono kuch society k.