Some cat calls. Whistles. A few stopped, and asked our price. We weren’t working, we’d finished for the night, we told them. A Police car stopped,... a Policewoman got out. “Names,” she demanded. We gave them.She took our addresses. Dates of birth. She didn’t judge. “Here’s the address of the prostitutes drop in centre. Go get yourselves checked out. They give out free condoms. Make sure you go. Now you ladies be safe, but you can’t work here,” she said.“We’re just waiting for a bus,” I told her.. He quietly slips off the bed and dresses before heading downstairs. Both his parents are in the kitchen drinking coffee and carrying on a mild discussion. When he joins them they pull him in on it. During this time Brock grabs a quick bite to eat, noticing that it is getting close to time for him to catch the bus to school. Both his parents realize at the same time that they have to get going to work too.After saying their goodbyes, the boy grabs his backpack and is ready to head out the door. We were both rational people knowing that this was a business proposition. Besides after having diabetes for 2 years Ajit’s own sexual appetite was lost so I was also sexless for better part of 2 years. Finally we accepted Rana’s offer.Now let me tell you something about myself. After childbirth I had lost my comely shape to some extent but even now my breasts although oversized(I wear a 38 D bra)were firm and my ass had very little fat. Only my thighs carried a lot of loose flesh but my face. All day at work i couldnt stop thinking about my fantastic journey to work and was looking forward to the next morning so i can see her again and maybe this time exchange words or if im lucky exchange phone numbers..i got off work early that day as there was not much work to do as i was coming home and i reached my final stop i got off the train and headed for the ticket barrier when something or rather someone caught my eye.. it was her she was coming back from work it was a sunny day she was.