This incident started 3 years back when I was working for an MNC in Delhi and this colleague of mine Nisha was also a part of our back end team as is ...he case with all companies we were also good friends and we had a group spending time together. Let me describe Nisha she was a good looking female not those stunning beauty types but she was blessed with the most proportionate body and features her boobs were ample, bee stung lips and long silky hair till her waist. I had a girlfriend and she. It was costing me a fortune to keep her in the pricey school, but I thought of it as an investment that would someday pay dividends. I sometimes wondered why I even bothered paying for a higher education when she could have earned far more than most people as a model, actress, stripper, or - God forbid - a hooker. Her angelic face was framed by curly brown hair. She had a million-dollar smile, and, believe me, it had cost me nearly that much. Regular visits to a tanning salon accounted for her. The place began to get crowded. The band started with a couple of fast numbers so we all got up to dance. A slow number followed and I took Kim into my arms and we danced. She felt so good. We glanced over at Clay and Ellen and they truly looked happy as well. We sat out the next couple of fast songs and then the girls got up and danced one. Damn, they sure could shake it. Kim would look over at me and I would smile. I knew she was dancing for me. After the song ended they came back over to the. His bright, wonder-filled eyes reflected the world around him, a Dumpster to his right, piles of garbage stacked three or four feet high opposite that, all down a narrow alley leading out to a still-filthier street, but if he saw this, it didn’t diminish the magical appreciation of his gaze. Still walking, the boy caught site of a woman lying in the midst of this garbage pile, bleeding and battered and murmuring to herself. He ignored her. Over the years this boy would grow, becoming more a man.