Looking at the Indian woman you came up with a solution to her bitchiness. “Excuse me could you tell me your name?” You say to the Indian woman.
She rolls her eyes but still seems compelled to tell you. “Harini Dubar. You should know me seeing as I own the most reputable woman’s salon around here!” She said then followed it up with a laugh.
“Is that so...Well Harini you can go ahead and give me your entire business. After you give me the keys and your phone why don’t you stop thinking any and all intelligent thoughts. Just think about sex, your body and how dumb you are.” You think that should be good enough.
Harini’s eyes glaze over and she hands you her keys and her phone which has the code taped to it. Then her eyes went blank and she began to drool. “Like my tits are bigy.” The one I intelligent business owner said. She then began to fondle her own breasts.
Her friend who had been talking to her looked scared but you had a plan to help her not be.
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