"It is good." Shequickly finished her glass.By now the sun was sinking down behind the buildings of the buildings inthe city below. It seemed to be ...ulling the energy right out of her."We must get started." She grasped the hem of her green silk blouse andpulled it up and over her head, tossing it away. Her breasts wereproudly displayed in the froth of an off-white lace 36-C brassiere."Good start." He noticed that her nipples were extended, pushing againstthe fabric of her bra, and he felt. In which flat you live ?Me: really ! 404Shanti: i live in 303 .Me: that’s good .Then se offers me to have a tea in her flat on next afternoon.And i accepted her proposal.Next day i go to her flat when my mother is sleeping and and my papa was gone to his work . I rang the bell and she opens the door.Surprisingly there was no one in the flat . I asked her ‘ is there no one ‘. Then she said that her husband had just leave due to an urgent work. And her child will arrive at 4pm.So, i reminded that. Afterwards, they lay on the floor of the music room in a pile of abandoned formal wear. Jake lit a cigarette and handed it to her. Neither one of them said anything they just lay there amidst the woodwinds and brass, contemplating the mystery of adulthood they had just experienced. Footsteps echoed up the hall, Chrissie threw Jake a terrified look. He simply held his finger to her lips bidding her to be quiet and still. The footsteps of the security guard walked past the door of the music room. ”“It’s Jennie, sir. Everyone calls me Jennie.”“And everyone calls me Stephen, not sir. It makes me sound old.”They both laughed. Then they started talking about how Jennie was feeling about leaving prison and what she wanted to do when she got out. Then Jennie brought up the problem that was worrying her about leaving the prison.“Stephen, I don’t have anywhere to go when I get out of here, I don’t have a house, no family, nothing.”“Don’t worry; the prison has some shelters that they send people.