”Ritu neh kaha, “Mom maan toh mera bahot hai but aap bhi sahi kahe rahe ho, kapde gile ho gaye toh bahot problem hogi.”Meine kaha, “Mom please... aoona, Ritu ka bhi kitna maan hai.”Mom neh kaha, “But beta tum samajh nahi rahe ho agar yeah kapde gile ho gaye to main kya phenungi.”Ritu ne kaha, “Haan in kapdo main toh nahi jaa sakte naahane.”Meine kaha, “Mom toh fir koi solution nikalo nah. Ritu ka kitna maan hai naahane ka.”Mom neh kaha, “Beta tum hi batao ab main kya karun.”Meine kaha, “Main ek. Glancing in both directions, she walked to the list of companies next to the door, each step making her knee high, heeled boots sound on the old, concrete floor of the street. She could still back out, she told herself. But she didn't. Not when booking a room for the night, not when phoning for a taxi and certainly not now. Floor fifteen: Cocoon. She pushed the corresponding button."Hi. I'm Ani," she faltered into the microphone below the list. "I have an appointment." Come in," a voice greeted. She had on a lavendar negligee that just barely covered her round ass, and it hit her thighs at just the right spot.She invited me in, touched my side, and kissed my cheek. I let my hand graze her ass a bit as I left her embrace. She playfully gave me a look that said, "Be good."Desiree had a glass of wine in her hand, so she offered me some too. I took her up on her offer, and we sat at her kitchen table talking for a few minutes about nothing in particular. I made no real attempt to hide my. “What on earth has gotten into you Brock that you would go along with all of this?” I was really worried now and I wasn’t even joking. He had just signed away my house note to a pimp.“They dickmatized,” Duray tried to explain. I really didn’t want to know what he was saying – do you know what I am saying? Duray insisted on trying to tell me what he was saying even though I didn’t want to hear it.“Dem’ girls, dey like that big black dick, and he like watching his girls happy, so he do anything.