Maeen janiparila tk agaku chhidahela…ei samaya re mo pachharu jane loka Dhaka dela je mo jaeen siddha maeen ku kundhei pakeili…mo banda maeen gand... kana pakhare jor re piti heigala..maeen chup chap chhida heithae…se mo banda ku anubhav karuthae…mu ei sujog re ahuri matta hei uthili….pura josh re maee gandi re banda ghasili…maeen muha dhire dhire lal padigala…mu najanila pari ara pataku muha karidauthae.Emiti 5 min kala pare mora sahas tk badhigalaa…mu dahana hata ku talaku nei maeen gandire. She wore tight knee length black skirt, and a flouncy frilly, red top. Underneath she wore a sexy half cut bra and her panties were both red and laced in black to finish off she had a pair of sexy sleek high heel shoes. She said she ate dinner at a cosy expensive restaurant charging it to my account, and then headed to the theatre. "I was still mad at you for not being there!" she said looking up at me with tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.Upon the show evening ending, she had gone for a. Other than her long legs and pretty face, she had little redeeming qualities. She had been out on the street for too long, and had fucked too many people for not enough money. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the officer standing outside of her cell. Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry,” he pleaded as Caroline picked herself up. One hand gripped the back of the chair, giving her some support while she gingerly raised her other hand to the side of her face.Almost in a daze, Caroline touched her face, then looked at her fingers. Relieved there was no blood, she stared at her hand for a few seconds then brought her eyes up to look at Dave.“Go and put the kids to bed, then you and I need to talk.”Dave quickly left the room and she could hear him.