I ran into Janet in a pub when I was in Rome last month to attend a conference on archeology. It was a chance encounter after nearly 20 years. Clearly my wife and I were excited to see Janet after so many years. Memories rushed through my mind. But, we were shocked at what we saw. Janet had grown to healthy beautiful lass, but there was a scar in her face. She wore skimpy dress. Her barely covered back

revealed the tattoo of a bearded face. Around her were her male companions, all with rough fierce faces. The tallest and stoutest among them was a person with a beard. We quickly realized that the bearded face tattooed in Janet's back was his. Obviously, the guy lorded over her. For a moment, I was lost in the memory of the sweet, little kid Janet was 20 years ago. She was so cute that the ladies in the 

neighborhood vied with one another to cuddle her. Now, Janet had slipped into the world of crimes, living with that evil man. Before we could have few more words with her, she excused herself and rushed to serve drinks to her boss. When she was a child, I had dreamed that one day she would be a doctor or dancer or an artist and would occupy a responsible position in life. Now, she was a whore. What had gone wrong? 

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For my wife and me, our chance meeting with Janet in a pub in Rome after 20 long years was not a happy experience. She was beautiful and healthy, but had fallen into bad company. Her pub companions were some underworld riff-raff. A strongly-built bearded guy had the picture of his face tattooed in Janet?s back. It was exposed by her skimpily dress. Once a moppet whom ladies loved to cuddle, Janet had morphed into a moll hanging around the bearded guy