Ye sabhi ladko ki fantasy hoti hai bina bra waale bone dekhne hai blouse se latakte hue. Phir mein cab book kar ke chali gayi.Poore raaste cab driver ...mujhe ghoor raha tha. Woh samajh gaya tha ki mein randi hi hun aur customer ke paas hai rahi hun. Usko bhi pata hai ki konsi aurat bina bra ke saree pehen kar raat ko 11 baje ghar se nikalti hai.Phir mein bus tak pahunch gayi. Ab mein bus mein chad gayi aur woh AC sleeper bus thi. Toh bus mein jyada aawaz mujhe nahi aa rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki sab. Not by a long shot. He rolled away and sat up to look at her. She sat in her tattered furs and coverings, with her bound hands but she looked both defiant and noble. When he caught his breath again he thought about this puzzle that he had stumbled into. How was he going to help this woman if he couldn't even talk to her. Despite his months in Britannia, he had not learned much of the language or their customs. Through the fog of a partial concussion, he finally recalled the word "friend". He. Dupree, what did you have in mind.”She giggled, “I was thinking maybe you could let me touch it?”“Ah very well, the inner trollop has emerged, I supposed it can’t be helped, you are a slave to your libido after all. But no, dear, I’m off.”“Wait!” she clutched his arm pulling him to stay, then pressing her body against his. “Will you let me see it again at least?” Her eyes shined up at him glassy in desire, her moist lips parted slightly.“That may have been a mistake last time, I daresay.”She. 'Why?'Take it off!'I really should take it off.' She thought as her right hand came up to pull the left glove off before she stopped herself. 'Wait!? What am I thinking?'Take. It. Off!'I need to take it off.' Jean thought and pulled the glove off before the metal band caught her eye. It was so simple, and yet meant more to her than anything. She hadn't taken it off since Scott had put it on her finger. 'Stop it Jean!'TAKE IT OFF!"NO!" Jean cried out, shutting her eyes and closing her hand into.