. .. . . your eyes open. You aren’t a secret agent, you own and run a large business, and you aren’t in a manor, you’re . . . not sure where you...are.After a moment, you get your bearings: you’re sleeping on your friend Niall’s couch. You’re not homeless—well, technically you are, but it’s only temporary and not your fault. Four years ago, you moved in with your girlfriend April. Four days ago, she kicked you out. Niall said you were welcome to sleep in his home office until you could settle on. I then went close to him and smiled at him but he didnt respond. I then told him ” if i feed you then will you consider me your mom??” he said yes and would call me mom and would love me lot. Hearing this i slowly opened my saree and exposed my left breast which was full. I was wearing saree and a blouse that time. Seeing my breast I could see his smile . I then sat on the couch and told him to sit beside me. He readily sat besides me. He made him to sleep on my lap .Then I asked him to suck. At 10:55 a.m., I was standing outside the studio door. What lay ahead was unknown, but my mind was clear and my heart was full. I walked in quietly.“I’m back, Dad.”“So you are, Jana. Are you ready to be a model?”“You bet.”“Great,” he said. “We’ll start with a few Polaroid test shots to check the lighting. Stand over there by that chair.” Dad was all business, very professional. After he took the shots, he told me to relax while he made some adjustments to various lights. Then he called me back.. The other women would be brought to see her, standing in her own filth, and when her skin had finally lost all trace of its suntan she would be brought out, blindfolded and in chains, to be whipped again and left in the sun for a week. This routine would be maintained for the duration of her thirty year sentence.It was not difficult to look pale when listening to all this. She asked the Warden how long she thought she would last in such conditions."I'll be dead inside two years, never mind.