It was like a 30 year old building, which didn’t look like a hotel from any facet. It was one of those dirty and creepy lodges which people name hot...l. When I entered the reception I saw a plastic foldable table on which a torn register was kept for signing in. Behind the table sat a short little guy who was wearing a dhoti and was having tea. His eyes lit up looking at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. He couldn’t stop looking at my breasts. I asked the slimmy bastard:“Room number 9. She said a bit angrily “what is saying badmaash is that the way you talk to ladies?” I said “what is wrong in it, if anyone of your colleagues say the same thing you will say “thank you” and when I say that you are scolding me” and left that place and hid myself at the corner of the apartment from where I can hear what they talk. I heard Sudha saying “hey you need not get angry with him, your Jijaji did not even look at my dress and this person was so open and frank in saying his opinion on how. “A couple of months now. I know I’m a pervert, I just thought…I don’t know what I thought.” And she started crying again. As I rubbed her shoulder I asked her, “What brought these thoughts on?” She looked up at me, her eyes red and tears coming down her cheek…“A few months ago I picked up Ashley’s phone and started to read her text messages, I don’t know why I did it, I just did. There was a text message from Ashley to her friend Beth that said ‘Yea I sucked Bobby’s dick last night, I swallowed. I'm exhausted. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. I just want to go to bed."My parents seemed relieved. They weren't that interested in my life. They would prefer to watch their show than hear about my new job as a maid. Laura wasn't so easily put off. She got up and followed me to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and went upstairs.We didn't speak. I saw in her eyes that she knew I was in pain. But she held her questions until we could get to my room. I let her precede me when we got.