Aunty hansi or boli ki Sonu chahe toh tu dhund le per ghar main toh koi kapde nahi hai. Tujhe chahe toh meri maxi pehen le waise bhi ghar main koi nah...i hai. Main soch raha tha toh aunty ne pucha kya hua itna kyu sharma raha hai. Main kaha thik hai de dijiye. Aunty ne unki ek purani maxi de woh shayad unki honeymoon ki thi thodi transperant thi white color ki.Main maxi pehen ke aunty ke samne aaya or woh jor jor se hasane lagi or mujhe bhi hasi aa rhi thi. Unhone pucha kaisa lag rha hai. Maine. After my third week, he had me assigned to Sean Gathers. (The name I will refer to him as for my story).Sean did criminal defense law and his office was on the second floor. Sean was preparing for a murder trial where he was defending the accused and since Covid, he was short-staffed. I was excited but also nervous. I was excited because a murder trial sounded cool and interesting and not boring like I had been doing. I was nervous because I had heard around the office Sean was a real. One of the women, wearing a fox mask, picked up a dagger at her feet. With it she drew a line in the ground between her and the woman next to her, then continued to draw an arch in the air above the line. “I draw a sacred gate in our circle of power so our High Priestess may enter without breaking its energy. Be welcomed, My Lady, our most holy of sisters.” A woman wearing a dark, hooded cloak and an owl mask stepped through the arch and turned to face the woman holding a dagger. “Thank you for. “Ain’t seen the Panth fer a fortnight, Jackie me boyo,” the Fence pulled me close an’ whispered yesterday, “Got a tip off ‘bout an old girl in Vine Street what ain’t bin seen about on her pins for a while; maybe she’s popped her clogs, eh? The Panth said ‘e was gonna check ‘er place out the other night but ‘e ain’t shown up since, an’ ‘e’s normally regular as clockwork is the Panther.”“Maybe there weren’t nuffink there werf nickin’.” I suggested unenfusiastic-like, as I laid out a box of old.