Upon standing at the top I looked to right and to the left. To the right was a door slightly opened in the distance down the long hallway. With sunlig...t shining through I could hear deep sighs escaping her body. I took slow quiet steps towards the door. As I got closer I saw the very clothes I witnessed from the sidewalk being tossed to the floor. No body just the clothes. Pushing the door opening revealed the bombshell leaning against the footboard of her bed, the bar indenting her cheeks. Her. On the floor, just on the spot where I had seen the naked women, a young woman lay in a business suit, apparently unconscoius. Her thin black hair was touchingly spread around her shoulders. My thoughts began to wander. For a moment, I considered dressing off and laying beside her, with my arm stretched out to let her breathe on my chest. When she would wake up, I could explain that I was a part of the installation. It would not be completely unrealistic. But perhaps she would remember that no. "Misty, why are therewigs here and why have we not been wearing them for the past month?" Iasked. Misty explained that the wigs were for special occasions and wereonly to be used with Mack's permission. She had gotten the okay from himfor me to wear one home tomorrow and she thought that black was theperfect color to match my eyes and complexion. I reached for it but shepulled it back and told me that I was not to try it on until tomorrow. Igave her a slight frown and she giggled and told me. I always use to check out my mami. She knew this and did not mind.My mami’s name is Priya . People call me Shaggy. Also every evening my mami used to fold all the washed cloths and put it in the respective room. She used to keep mine on my bed. I tell you all this because what happened is all linked with this. One night there was this big fight , I tried to stop and tempers were very high . My mama hit her . She wanted to go to her native . I talked to her , and told her not to take any extreme.