She happily told me that you can sit here and no need to move. When others look at us we both look like mother and son. She was so kind in her initial... talk. I don’t know her name even now; still I would like to call her as Radha. So Radha started to talk with me. She explained that she too always go by pvt. buses and also asked about the expected time of arrival. We both don’t know that. She is in a good position as she mostly speaks in phone regarding official matters. But she never made a. As I entered I looked at my bed, most of it was bathed in the orange light from the street light. I put the room lights on and then sat on the bed in different positions and came to the conclusion that if I left the doors to the balcony open and the room light on the people in six or maybe more of the rooms in the hotel opposite would be able to see me laying on my bed, and I say ON my bed because it was so warm that I intended to leave the sheets underneath me. I would hopefully have voyeurs. She almost didn’t recognize herself.“I want you to think of a fictional character that you feel matches your look right now. But don’t tell me what it is. I want you to sit down and write a story. Not just any story, but a sexual one as if you are that character. Write it from her point of view. It can be anything you want. Gay, straight, rough, loving or whatever is inside you that she would tell. I want you to become her. Then bring it to me later to read,” Chrissy instructed.Chrissy left,. She stood slowly, pushing herself up from the concrete. She walked around this tiny room slowly. It was deadly silent, as if she was the only living thing around. Shouldnt there be some sort of normal sound around? She walked to the front of this cell slowly, pressing herself against the bars to try and see something. Hello? she called out, Is…is anyone there? There was no response. No sound at all except the echo of her voice reverberating off the cell gray walls outside the cell bars. What.