??Oh, shut up, Mig, you simpering idiot.? I snap. I fetch my cane from the table and walk over and whack him hard across the nipples, and tears come t... his eyes. Big, tough, drug dealer. Though you know, at least he didn’t remove his hands from behind his head!Then I unlock his pitiful chastity tube and begin stroking Miguel and telling him how much I want to fuck the young men in the street, or how I did fuck one or two.?Yup, took the kid who carried my bags from Stop N Shop into the backseat. "Yeah," she replied with a sigh. "Two guys on the bus double-teamed me, and I haven't gotten Mr Goldman's permission to wipe off the jizz yet." I knew what she was talking about: As women, we had no right to remove semen from anywhere on our bodies. Looking down the hallway, I see Helen from accounting, her entire face covered in dried ejaculate."So, what have you got for me today?" I ask."Well," said Barb, "Denise got arrested last night for refusing to suck off a homeless guy, so you'll be. I enquired with her who is it and why she wrote on my hand.Me : Bol na. kutla dost aahe? Naav saang na. (Tell me. which friend is it? Tell me the name)Chitra : Me naahi saangnaar. Pun mala khoop avadteys. (I will not tell. But I like a lot).I persisted with her to tell me.After some persuasion.Chitra : Ha majhe dostache naav aaahe… (a long silence)… Anil. (Yes, my friend’s name is …. Anil)Me. : (looking at her in feigned disbelief) Me.Chitra : hmm.She took my hand again and put it across her. I think my attitude toward my job and my approach to my customersactually improved. Chelsea, who was keeping close tabs on me in the daysafter I returned, seemed to think so. And the tips were better than everbefore. Looking back, I'm thinking it was all psychological - before, itwas always in the back of my mind that I was only masquerading as a sexywaitress. Sure, I was good enough at it, thanks to my shape and mylooks, but I was still a phoney, you know? And every minute of everyhour I was.