Ab aap ko idhar udhar ki baat kiye bina main apni story par aata hoon jo ki bilkul real hai.Yeh taktobanEk mahine pahle ki baat ,kyun ki main ek sales...an hoon to mujhe aksar logoon k ghar jana padta hai to main rooj kai logo ke ghar jaya karta hoon jamshedpur kyun ki bahut chota shahar hai isliye main kuch selected customer key ghar zyada jata hoon.unhe me ek mere customer hai Mr.Ramesh ji age 45 yrs.(Name changed)jin ke ghar main aksar jata hoon,unki wife shalo age 36 yrs jo ki bahut mast. . the Psych counseling.She had an assigned Psychologist and Psychiatrist (different breeds of animal), a Sexual Abuse Counselor (a RN who also worked for Myra) and a Group Therapy Counselor for battered and abused women (didn't quite work for Myra but was a platonic friend). All calculated, this left Allison extremely little free time during the first few weeks. Then Myra dropped the last bombshell."What do you mean that she isn't going to live with me?!" I bellowed.Allison was strangely quiet. A couple of minutes later the hairbrush and cane were chosen and they made their way downstairs, deciding it was best not to disturb the two kids. Sharon wrote a note to say they were going to Wendy’s house to look at a dress and would be back later. “Let’s get going Wendy then shall we?” “Right” Wendy said. The two women were quiet when driving to Wendy’s house. Sharon was looking forward to it. She found Wendy attractive and could not wait to have her bare bottom staring up from her. This pattern continued for several months until their divorce was final, after which she finally agreed to meet halfway.Bryan watched as the kids appeared more ratty and ill kempt for nearly a year. Suddenly she seemed to have turned into supermom. The kids looked well fed. The van she drove was clean in and out. The kids came with their hair combed and faces washed. It almost seemed as if she were a whole new woman.The reason came a few weeks later when Camelia accidentally dropped that her.