But we all had restrictions because of our age. Swapna was a north Indian woman who was modern and was pretty cool with me as I was her son’s close ...riend. So I always could go to their house without a permission. It was more like my own house.I never saw my friend’s mom Swapna with the wrong eyes but eventually, things changed. I am not sure when it started but my feelings towards Swapna started changing.Whenever she used to clean the house or do household work, I used to check her out and was. Yes, hurt ... as she'd ever been. "Why are going around braless? Your nipples are sticking out like erasers. And did you wet your pants?"Karen looked down at the growing stain and realized she'd been oozing since since school. She looked up at Marilyn, a scared teen once more, but for only a moment."Fuck me," she said, successfully slamming the door in the confusion."Hey! You'd better talk to me!" Marilyn shouted at the closed door. She banged it hard with the flat of her hand, then knocked,. Will he still like her? Has she gained weight since he’s seen her? Does he care how she looks on the out side? She turns the car off, takes a deep breath, and opens the door to her car and starts to walk towards the designated cottage. She pauses before knocking and takes another breath of cold air. She can’t believe it’s been a year since he’s touched her with those hands. She closes her eyes and tries to remember the last time they were together, remembering it was the last night she was in. Her high heels really made her calves stand out as she walked into my office with her usual steaming cup of coffee. “Good morning,” she said with a very satisfied look on her face as she sat down in her usual place. When she spread her legs she grimaced, depicting a little bit of discomfort.“Good morning,” I responded as I took note of her obvious discomfort. “And how are you this morning?”“Oh I am just wonderful!” she expounded with a big smile.“You look like you’re hurt,” I continued even.