, phir main gaya aunty ke ghar unnko bolne aur seedha ghar main enter hoogaya bina kuch kahe ya bina door bell ring karke toh dekha ghar pe koi nahi d...kha phir seedhe bedroom main chala gaya wahan dekha toh aunty apne kapde change kar rahi thi aur aunty mujhe dekh kar apne haath ssey apne body cover karne laagi toh mujhe kuch feeling aayi aur main hall main aakar wait karne laaga aur uss saamay shaayed dhophar ke 12 baje hounge toh aunty ne ek towel apne aap par lapat kar bahar aayi aur pucha. I could sleep another hour or I could get up and do all the shit I have to get done today.Or I could just lay here and enjoy something that’s very rare in my house: SILENCE! That beautiful “sound” of complete quiet...I’m in bed alone. For once. Mr. Espresso let me sleep in a bit and took the little one outside. The temptation to go back to sleep grows. I’m free for a bit. But I’m not enjoying it just yet. I suddenly feel guilty and stressed, and just - overwhelmed with this thing we called. Still shaking Iasked him if he wanted to go to my room. He said he couldn't because all the halls were on camera and he couldn't be seen walking into a room. He also said he had seen me in the hallyways earlier but couldn't figure out what room I was in. He then said that he would love it if I would just blow him there in the vending area. I wasnt sure if I heard correctly. I half blinked and shook my head, as if trying to empty out my ears. I could hear my heart thumping inside my head. . “Of course dear; it’s a woman’s thing. I’m sure I’ll soon have you sorted. But not a word to your father, men don’t understand a women’s emotions” She lied, knowing only to well her daughter could be laid by the first man she met without question. “You leave it with me!”For two days Brenda toyed with the idea, she knew of just the place; trouble was it was for women like her who we’re crying out for sex, not only that, it would cost, but there again it might not, they might welcome her into.