Maine unka hath pakad kar hataya aur mere dusre hath se jo ki unke gale ke niche se unhe apni baho me bhare hue tha, unka hath pakad liya aur fir unki... kamar pe apna dusra hath rakha aur unke badan ko sahlate hue wapis unki chunchi pe pahucha. Pahle to maine apna hath unki chunchi par daba ke ragada aur fir se unke sine ko chumte hue unki blouse ke huk kholne laga. Tabhi wo thoda jor bol padi “maine kaha na nahi..” aur itna bolte hi maine apna hath blouse par se hata ke unke muh par rakh diya,. I've seen, usually from the bottom of a food chain, how information gets corrupted on it's trip from the front end (where the customers are) and the hind end (where the executives live).Even with AIs there is, I've learned, still a bureaucratic mindset in those furthest from the tooth and claw of the organization.That I was putting off my turn in the role of an REMF was reassuring and I did my best to protect my men from orders dropping from the adminisphere. Any order that did not make enough. We sat in thedrying chairs and sat up tall to accept the hood of the dryer as theywere lowered over our heads. The hood was brought down so that all thatcould be seen of each of us was just our lips, painted and smiling atthe situation. It was like we were being incased in a torture devicefrom the 1400's. It was thrilling! I had never thought I could feel theway I felt under that dryer, next to Diane. I felt I was a woman, atotal woman. And no one looking on at the sight before their eyes. She also apologized if what she told me was rude.From there on, we started chatting over email and then on hangout. We soon developed a decent enough friendship bond. And then I asked for her number. By that time, she was comfortable enough and gave me her WhatsApp number.We started chatting, and sometimes even on call. She didn’t tell me what happened on that night in the hotel. But I always sensed a feeling of sadness, dissatisfaction, and pain in her words. It took her about 3-4 weeks to.