“mujhe dard deke tum masth sogye”. I said sorry for giving pain to her, Swathi pulled me her by putting her hands around my head. Pulled my head t...o her breast, resting it on her heart said “Oh my chweetu I was kidding wese mujhe ye dard acha laga, mere jaanu k liye harr dard bardash karleti” and kissed my forehead. Then I asked for one more session, Swathi said “besharam, abhi toh kite, thoda time do”. I started smooch, licking her lips. Swathi was also charged deeply involved, took my hands on. I knew that I should be fired on the spot for my incompetence. I dreaded going to the owner and explaining what happened, but I had to do it. He had just returned from lunch on Friday afternoon, I followed him into his office and closed the door behind me.“I’ve made a giant, unforgivable mistake. I screwed up the payroll and bonuses.”“I’ll decide if it is unforgivable. How bad did you screw it up?”“No one will get paid this week. Not their bonus or their regular pay. It will be next Friday. Mujhe dekh kar chok gai. Wo samaj gayi thi ki mai kyu aaya hu. Wo white t-shirt aur black jeans pehni thi. Bohut hot lag rahi thi. Uski chuchi nikalna cha rahi thi. Maine pucha Uncle – Aunty kaha hai?To usne kaha “bahar gai hai raat tak aayenge, aap ko kuch kam tha?” Maine kaha “ha”. Wo boli “mujhe pata hai kya kam hai aapke”. Maine bola “kya pata hai?” Wo boli “aap mummy-papa ko mere aur bhaiya ke bare mai batenge na?” Maine bola “nahi, pehle maine socha tha bateyenge par bad mai socha kya. He had, after all, given the country what it wanted. He had now four principal sons, the Crown Prince, who was nine, his half-brother, Ali, four years younger, but who had been declared by the Emir third in line, and two other young Princes plus, he really didn't know how many, other sons and daughters. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish Wolfhounds, and then used and abused by.