.Like where?" I prodded. "Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here... This older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was...holding this book like he was reading it, but really he was looking at me... I was squatting down to look at the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits." My erection, noticeably pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn't see from where she was. ’ I said entering the empty apartment. ‘Whatever the reason he has your number boo and he used it. That has to mean something Zai and you know it.’ Kyla reasoned with me. ‘Your right. But I probably won’t ever hear from him again after my bag gets back up here. He said he’s shipping it up here tomorrow.’ I said throwing my keys and my bag on the table by the door. ‘Whatever you say Zai. How’s your dad?’ she asked me. I heard the front door close in the background and faint voices indicating. Do I bow, grovel or shake your hand?" I asked.A background chorus of gasps, sharp inhalations of breath, shorting through nostrils and other displays of huffiness accented our conversation."Hel, it's enough that you know who I am." I know what you can do, too," I said."But you're not afraid?" Nope, I know you're going to do what you want to me, with me, or for me and I can't do a thing about it." You're right, and don't you forget it." Oh, I won't," I said."You want to go home so you can go. Either she was pleased to be admired, by anyone, male or female. Or she was snidely accusing Laura of being a sexual predator, which was of course true. Since it was true, it was always very hard for Laura not to feel guilty when thus addressed.But she swallowed and replied, with a fairly ambiguous smile of her own. "Who doesn't admire a good set of pins? I'm just envious."Now Sholandra smiled a trifle more warmly. "Hard to believe," she said, glancing down at Laura's long, willowy, model's.