"He took an Uber to the Upper East Side and disembarked at what was a dead-end street in front of an older style building that abutted the East River....Despite its age, inside, the building was elegant with large Italian granite stones on the floor of the foyer. The brass fixtures were shining in the brightly lit entry and the chandelier over-head reminded him of a ballroom, not a foyer. He rang up and was immediately admitted to an elevator lush with red velvet and glistening brass.A butler. She told me what happened interspersed with brief episodes of crying.Her mistress Sumathi took Kala to her room. The freshers are usually expected to do menial chores for their mistresses like cleaning the room, polishing the shoes and even cleaning the underwear. The room was a mess and it took ages to tidy up. Kala was disgusted when she had to do the washing. The undies still had the tampons in it and were caked with menstrual blood and secretions. It made her sick. In the mean time few. After last night, and this morning, they held absolutely no inhibitions. They were as comfortable as they could possibly be, with their nudity, and closeness. After cleaning themselves, and each other, they went up to sit, this time, in the grass, to let the sun dry them off. At first they lay side by side, but their hands crept together, and that turned to an embrace,and led to them kissing. Soon Pam was on her back, and Albert was kissing her, and feeling of her soft curves. She pulled him. "Girls probably would'a put up a better fight." She muttered."You know," Mihoshi mused, as they both continued along. "I always thought that old movie cliché about one person throwing a punch and a whole room starts fighting was bull?" Were in a cow-town partner!" Key huffed then actually thought about it. "Sort'a..." She shrugged, mind full of how she contorted her features. "I'd expect there's lots of grudges that build up around places like theses just waiting for the right moment to settle.