Pooja told me I could sleep in the room adjacent to hers.That evening we talked a while, then watched tv while I massaged her legs.She said, “Ajay r...rely rubs my legs. In fact, he rarely touches me since I got pregnant.”I told her that I could not see why he was like that and that I thought she was the most beautiful girl in town. She laughed and blushed at my comments.At 10 o’clock we went to bed.Sometime soon after midnight I heard Pooja crying. I jumped up and went to her door.I saw Pooja. It had been there all our lives and as far as I knew the only living thing to enter that building since I was born was rats, birds and roaches. It was covered in Ivy vines and must have been fifty feet wide and a hundred feet long.The repair shop and a relatively small fenced area around it was the only cleared area on the acreage and the rest of the property was so overgrown no one really knew what was on it and for the most part no one cared.Eddie and I drove to the repair shop. It was. The women covered in black garb step silently behind him, the couple of men gripping Amy’s arms, stand her upright, again her sweating breasts sticking before scrapping away from the wooden panel. Leading her into the room, on first glance appearing almost patterned after a stereotypical sheik’s tent one would see in a ‘B’ grade porn flick, she’s led to the center of the floor to an oversized silk covered cushion. ?Kneel, woman.? The bearded man orders as he nods toward the dark. .. She lets him lick her mouth, inside and out for a few seconds then pulls back, pushing him down with both hands.“Hello bo-oo-ooyyy” cough, cough, laugh. “Oooh Gawd, he likes a kiss, don’t he?” She says falling back from him.Then she’s standing over him, still fully clothed, but back to unbuttoning her work shirt, peeling it off and placing it on a hook on her locker door. Her boobs are big and soft in her white Marks & Spencer bra. Her belly soft and loose, but not fat. Her arms, triceps in.