The twelve jurors sat in the jurybox in their loincloths as well. Indeed, all the cases were following English law, but one thing perplexed the anthro...ologist. Periodically, a man covered in scarves would walk around and feel the breasts of all the women there.When the day was over, the chief asked the anthropologist if they were following English law exactly. The anthropologist replied that they did, but couldn’t understand about the man in the scarves.The Chief said, “Well we don’t understand. At least her panties could come off. I hooked my fingers in the waistband, again her hips lifted in the air to aid their removal. Her unconfined delta of black pubic hair sprang out to delight my eyes. Untrimmed; just as nature intended. I left her underwear dangling off one ankle. Her knees came back and parted wide, opening her plump labia to the strong kitchen light. Her prominent clitoris pointed at her moist, glinting pink petals and the dark portal of her sweet vagina. I hurriedly. First, she asked him what the landlord had said about them being overdue for the rent. He just grunted a non-answer. Then she told him about the STD test and that she needed to get treatment. He'd given it to her, she said calmly, and he needed to be tested, too. And they needed a list of his sex partners. She looked over at me and I dug out my notepad.He cursed at her. Nasty vicious slurs. She was a fucking slut and she had probably caught it herself, fucking around behind his back. All this. Which I have shown her. And said you will not slap me if I kiss you.B: I asked to slap because you asked for flying kiss and started laughingBut till now, I am not sure what was her opinion on me. So I decided to ask her.Me: Aunty, If I ask for the relationship same like Sravani aunty(The fake character which I created). What will be your response?She became silent and serious ( I thought, I made a mistake by asking her this question and she may stop talking)B(In a settled voice): I know you.