"You got a new customer? Wow, who is he? Is this dress his?" She said that and then touched the dress. When she touched it, she exclaimed, "Waoh, the material is so soft and silky. It seems the drugs cost thousands. You've got a rich person in your trap. Say, "How old is he?" Is he smart enough to look like an uncle with a bald head and a big stomach? Did he satisfy you, or did you satisfy him? Who took the charge—you or him?" She rained questions on me, which made my blood boil.
Still, I decided to stay silent and let her spout nonsense as she wanted. "Wake me up after reaching home. Let me take a small nap," I said, and I leaned back in my seat." When she heard my answers, she sneered at me. "See, what are you doing? You are just escaping from the questions."
