“Ab kutiya ki tarah har waqt chudungi toh moti toh ho hi jaugi…. ahhhhh… zor se… zor se,” Maine palat kar kaha.“Arre pagli, chudne se aura... moti thodi hoti hai. Tujhe toh aur patla hona chahiye usse.”“Ab agar peth mein bachcha daal doge toh peth toh niklega hi.”“Kisne bachcha daal diya tere peth mein,” Verma Ji zor se bole.“Apne hi toh daala hai,” maine kaha.“Kya bakwaas hai. Maine kab daala. Kisi aur se chudwali aur mera naam laga rahi hai,” Verma Ji bole.“Ah aur zor se. Kisi aur se nahi. " I would love to meet you Gary. I know it isn't very ladylike but thethought of not seeing you tonight is devastating. Please don't thinkI'm too forward but I so enjoyed our time last night that I can't waitto be with you again."We agreed that I would call him on his cell phone when I left Anna'shouse. He invited me to his place but I asked if we could just meet atmine. I didn't know if I'd want to change depending on how hard I wouldbe working. I was more comfortable coming home after. I felt gratitude that this was the Church of England, and not the Church of Rome, and that I would not have to confess my sins to the pasty-looking, pop-eyed young curate who was casting admiring glances at my companion. I spent the remainder of the day at rest, as befits the Sabbath. I found a broken run of the Journal of Agriculture in the library, and flitted from article to article. I was totally enthralled by a weather diary that gave such remarkable details as the time of the dawn chorus. She asked, “What’s her name?”“Crystal,” answered Harry.As with a lot of women that worked on the street, she didn’t use a last name.Silvia wondered if it was the Crystal that she knew, but didn’t pursue the question. There were a lot of girls that went by the name of Crystal and only a few of them were whores. Even if she knew this particular girl, it didn’t matter. After all, who was she to look down on anyone? She had never allowed herself such pretensions.She wrote a note on her desk to.