Jhuk kr pani dena sahab ko..Samjh gai na…Maya ne hami bhari aur pani leker ander chali gai..Maya ne jhuk kr pani diya…Pani dete samay uske gool bo...ob dikh rahe the.Raj-kya naam hai tumhara…Geeta kahan hai?Maya-madam jee to niche chali gai..Mera naam maya hai..Madam jee ne aapke paas bheja hai…Wo thodi muskrai..Usne gilas uthaya aur mud kr gilass rakhne k lgi to uski gool gool gaand dikh gai.Wo to mast maal thi.Raj-aao mere paas.Wo mere paas aai to maine bina der kiye usko apni taraf kheech liya. "No guy has ever gotten sick just by looking me."I smiled back at her pretty face."Now just because I'm here doesn't mean anything," she said looking mean. "I'm a virgin and I'm going to stay that way until I'm married." Oh," I uttered."Oh crap," she snapped. "I didn't mean to say all that. I'm not sure why I did. Anyway I'm glad you're better, now I must go, your mum's here and waiting outside." T-thanks for coming," I said, stuttering again."I'll see you at college," she said and she reached. ‘You know, since we had that accident?’ Jack looked at her. ‘You mean? Wait, why didn’t you say something earlier?’ ‘I didn’t want to upset you. It’s a lot to take knowing that you could be the father of my child.’ The more she weaved her tale, the more it felt as if she was deceiving him without due care. He was more surprised than she had expected. Jack stood up from the table and thought deeply. ‘You need positive confirmation. You must have proper tests. I know a brilliant doctor who deals. This was a whole new life. I was no longer the receptionist stuck in a dead-end job with no boyfriend and a tiny apartment, who hated herself, her life, and was self-destructive because of it. I was cunt, or slave, or fucktoy, or whatever else he wanted to call me, whose only purpose was to serve him, and anyone else he wanted me to, to be fucked and hurt and humiliated. He had saved me and for that, I was his. Completely his, in fact. Despite the many people who assumed I was a slut (and who.