Aunty(kush hote hue)- jhoot mat boloMe- sach aunty aap kisi se puch lijiyeAunty- thanks beta , but tum bhi kuch kam handsome nahi hoMe- thanks aunty, ...lekin aunty ek problem hai agar aap dhayan de to aap aur bhi jayada sunder lagogiAunty- kya beta batao mujh me kya problem hai tum to medical line me ho achi tarah jante hogeMe- bata to du aunty lekin aap bura to nahi manogiAunty- nahi bataye to jaroor man jaungiMe- aap dekhe me bahut sundar hai lekin aapki motapa thora problem kar raha hai aapki. Ab 3rd week tha aur ek bhi lady customer ko maine service nahi di thi. Mujhe massage ki thodi training waha ki ek ladki ne deke rakhi thi. Waise main sabhi ladkiyon se baat karta tha par woh jo thi jiska naam Pinky tha woh thoda close aa chuki thi. Waise mujhe koi interest nahi tha waha ki kisi bhi ladki mein.Hamari manager bhi thodi strict thi. Par woh mujhse acchi baat karti thi.Evening ke 4 baj rahe the, aur main akela baithe bore ho raha tha. Tabhi ek aunty parlour mein aayi. Ekdum gori. Don’t listen to the fuckin’ cops,’ he sneered. ‘We fuckin’ run the joint. It’s like a hotel for La Raza, and nobody fucks with us.’ ‘Verdad?’ ‘Si.’ He’d been sober when the teenagers arrived, but after several pulls on the tequila bottle his words started to slur, and he got more animated as he ranted. ‘Listen. Open your fuckin’ ears, when I talk. Prison is our college.’ He banged his fist against his chest. ‘Our people. Prison is our fuckin’ Harvard. You hear what I’m tellin’ you? You wanna. Wendy was waiting at the ticket barrier, I introduced Alicia briefly and in sheeting rain we ran to the car, with excited laughter from the two women. As Wendy drove the short distance home, I sat next to her in the front and Alicia sat quietly in the back, never looking away from me. The rain was unrelenting. When we got home I got soaked in the moment or two it took me to leave the car and open the garage door. Alicia ran for the shelter of the front porch and I was about to do the same when.