.i looked him him up and down and said "clearly you do, that's a great outfit you're wearing" bloody hell, I was flirting with a guy! I'd never done a...ything like that in the past, and I was stone cold sober.as the shop was quiet, we chatted (flirted) for a few more minutes, and he suggested we should meet for a drink or dinner. He wrote his phone number down for me, and a message that said "call me anytime"i left the the shop and felt strangely excited at the thought of actually having a date. I'd hate your friendship to end."I remained silent, sensing that we both knew the solution, but neither of us liked it.I was sitting on the stool with my elbows on the breakfast bar, head bowed.Matt took my hand, and whispered, "Laura, I will go along with whatever you decide. It's our secret, it's our memory to keep to ourselves."Raising my head, he kissed my hand, his soft lips melting my heart.I stood up, and Matt's face looked downcast, as he expected me to leave, and walk out of his. So, I let Malik know that I would talk to my husband about it and let them know at our next class. Brad happened to be in town that week.When I got home I said, “Brad, one of my students in the adult class has asked me if I would like to tutor his brother and him in the evenings. We sure can use the extra money, but I thought we needed to discuss it. You know how sexed up and assertive some of the Iraqi men can be, even if they're married, and those two guys are always undressing me with their. "Sybil met them at the door. She wore a see-through house- dress revealing her smooth, tanned flesh, her dark patch of triangular pubic hair, her long, squash-shaped breasts with their proud, protruding nipples. Bob skulked in the living room, not at all happy with the visitors."Gwen, you look lovely, dear," Sybil lied, noticing the woman's haggard face and her matted hair clinging to the sides of her face under her scarf."Thank you," Gwen stammered, shuffling her feet and feeling.