He was sitting at the foot of the bed and it was initially very awkward. Here I am with my bed head, specs and baggy pyjamas. Embarrassed by the looks...my room mates were giving us (later on all the aunties were asking me about my boyfriend *eeek*) But I started to relax a lil bit, I found myself really intrigued by this decent looking man. He certainly does not look like a DOM (Dirty Old Man for the uninitiated) or young punk. He’s most certainly not a beng or yuppie either. Just… decent. I. She wondered how he’d done it. “Gina!”Brad looked up and let go, handing Gina her eyeglasses. “Coming!” she yelped. They were still wet and blurry, so she staggered a bit on the paving as she made her way to the door, wiping the lenses on the towel.“What was THAT all about?” Donna snarled.“Brad knocked my eyeglasses into the pool when he tossed me my towel,” Gina related the official story. “I had to wait for him to get them.” Sarah rolled her eyes.“Come on -- we can all shower in my parent’s. You gotta fix it so’s we can leave.”“Who are you?” Ethan asked.“Who am I?” the stranger scoffed. “I’m the only guy who knows the scoop, the only patsy who’s in on the joke. Just when you think you’ve found an easy way out of the frying pan, bam, you’re dropped right into the fire. Some of ‘em get stuck in a loop, living out their despair over and over, like a clockwork toy. Me, I can appreciate a good pratfall, always did like a little Keaton.”“What is it that you want from me?” Ethan. I was getting aroused touching the side of her boobs. I pressed them and massaged them. Chachi was bit relaxed. Her eyes were closed. When I finished massaging her back, I told chachi to turn back. She began to tie the knot of her bra. I immediately stopped chachi from wearing her bra and told her to turn back without bra. She was shocked to hear that and said, beta I can’t do that. I am a woman. It will be a shame if you see my boobs”. I said to her, “oho chachi, dont you know that a doctor.