The heroin of the story is one of my college mate lets call her Rubia (Not real name though). So Rubia was one of my college mate who was very close w...th my friend circle but I was not that close to her, it was only hi bye and some small conversations.Rubia was a bold girl who already had a bf from another college. Our college came to an end and even after college we friends used to meet and have fun in pubs or play football. So in one such meeting I came to know that Rubia broke with her BF. Because having a phone...is a sin or something."Where is your phone, boy?!" yelled my mother almost as soon as my head passed the door. Sighing to myself I began to recipe the bullshit story I had concocted on the walk."I had to take it into the phone shop for some repairs" I said as confidently as I could in this situation."Oh what can possibly be wrong with a mobile you never use?" she replied in a slightly calmer tone. A good point. but I know my mother and there is always one answer that. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”! Being blonde and from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American. From the moment she was born, she learned from her mother the ways of life in Pladir. For a girl, that meant a life of drudgery. She was to sweat in the day and suffered humiliation in the night. It was a life of hard work, kneeling and bowing to men. Yes, there had been days in her life when Jeanne hated being born a woman. Today was not one of them.The day had started out uneventfully. As her master visited the city, all she had to do was to stand behind him as he negotiated with the various.