There are about fifteen things wrong with this picture, now that I think about it, but that is the craziness that is my media life.Anyway, I took the ...ill on the way home, trying to time it so I could collapse just inside our door, rather than outside. I arrived inside our apartment to find my husband asleep in bed, my dinner in the warming drawer, and two wineglasses on the counter. One empty, one full. I sat down heavily with my dinner, and as I drank the wine, I stared at his empty glass,. This revealed her cleavage forgot to say you she was wearing a green colour transparent saree with a deep low cut sleeveless blouse with a minimal make which was making her too good looking. As she was about to fall I went to catch her but she was able to maintain her balance and my eyes were stuck at her boobs only. She adjusted her pallu and then called my name again and told what are you seeing. I replied nothing and we started to the college and throughout the journey my mind was having the. Look what happened.Her hymen was on auction. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a well educated girl, she knew real gentlemen speak at least five foreign languages. Hence Polish wouldn´t be a threshold she thought. In stead, it would help the first pre-selection. People, who spoke Polish only, would not rank high.Her conditions were clear. Usual things: Health. “You working in your office again tonight?” she asked.“Yea, I am” I said. Nothing was said after that. There was no flirting, no sexual banter, just boring talk about the weather, doctors appointments she had in San Francisco. Stuff I really didn’t want to hear or talk about.Two hours after we got home granny showed up, ready for more. This time she wasn’t drunk. She had only a couple of glasses of wine and was mellow, but not drunk. She was in a black corset with red ribbons across the top of.