I turned around and pulled the gown to fit me perfectly around the waist. The gown ended just above my knees, and was loose below the waist to enable ...ancing. As I mentioned earlier, it was also backless and it’s fabric met in the back in a V-cut just above the start of my butt. I had already waxed my back before the trip so it was shining the the mild light of the room. I liked what I saw. And if I passed my standards of sluttiness, I was sure a lot of boys were going to have a raging hard on. I cried until the phlegm in my throat got so thick that I choked on it. And then I threw up until my ribs hurt before curling up on my daddy’s back and hugging him longer and harder than I ever had. In life, he had never been very fond of hugs. In death, he offered no complaints. The back of his shirt smelled like sweat and unwashed cotton and I rubbed it into my nostrils until the end of my nose turned sore. We lay like that, my father dead silent, the river and me babbling, none of us saying. Get up and get dressed while I make us something to eat.’ As she rose up off his lap, he realised he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. ‘I’ll slip on some clothes first. You use the bathroom.’ and self consciously he walked into his bedroom to grab his jeans and a clean tee shirt. * The young girl, who only forty eight hours ago thought she was on the way to a better life in the UK as an Au Pair, lay shivering with fear and pain on the large bed in the attic room. Naked, the locked. One week back, i got a msg in whatsapp saying “hi”. I asked to identify them and it was Rizwana @ riz my college friend. After having chit chat on general things, she asked me where I was and i replied her that I’m in Chennai. She said that her boyfriend cheated her and she didn’t like to stay at her hometown as her parents were fixing marriage for her. She asked me to get a job for her and also a hostel to stay. Since i was working in a MNC i recommended her to my manager and he accepted.