Papa se minaat kar ne lagi ruk jane ke liye. Par papa rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe. Aise hi kuch aur 10 minutes baad ab papa bhi zor se chillaye aur ...ehne lage.Papa: Rani, kutiya mera bhi chhutne wala hai.Maa: Mar gayi aj toh main. Aur tej chodiye meri chut. Mera bhi fir se pani nikal ne aya hai.Papa: Chinal sali kitna pani chodhti hai teri chut? Le kutiya Sali, teri chut ki gehrai mein aj pani dalunga main.Maa: Nahi meri chut mein nahi dal na. Bahar nikaliye apna raas.Par papa ne maa ki. I certainly wasn’t going to start walking up to strangers and introducing myself, although, in my fantasies, I did it all the time – “hi,” I’d say. “I’m Jenny Swallows, and I do.” And I was fairly certain that I would. Swallow, that is. But I didn’t know for sure because I’d never had the chance.

So, I decided to become a hooker.

Looking back, I hadn’t really thought it through. How much would I charge? How would I find clients? And how would I weed out the icky guys, so that all my clients. She jumped up from the bed and grabbed me by the hand. Zara led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When the shower warmed, she entered it and held out her arms as an invitation to join her.I stepped into the shower, and stood under the running water. She grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth, then turned me around so I was facing away from her. I could feel one of her dainty hands making whisper-soft touches on my buttocks as she reached up and tenderly washed my shoulders and back.. It sounded as if he had spoken these words many times before. "What are you talking about, I'm leaving! Who the hell do you think you are?!" Jane protested. As she stood up, the man walked towards her swiftly and raised his hand, slapping her square across the face. "Shut up," the man said calmly. "You're not going anywhere but where I tell you. Now, you're going to have to have to wear this, until you've been adapted." The man took her neck in his hand, and put a bold black.