He looked at me and said come after nine o clock ,i will be free at that time’ i asked’night time is not right’.He told nothing to worry madam r...ght now i am very busy,if you want to stitch here after nine is the only option.Then two women came to him and he took took their measurement decently. I got angry ‘what is this”. He told “you are so beautiful,i want to measure you properly when nobody would be here”.What!! Are you crazy?.No seriously you are so fair,beautiful, i haven’t seen any women. I needed a young female for DV8. The genetic baseline is from a teen prostitute that was found dead and abandoned. A sad story, however tragic her life was, her genetic code can now live on and help the lives of thousands of women all over the world someday.I am about ready to start experimental trials on DV8. Theoretically, not only should it make a woman's libido feel active, she should also feel younger, have quicker reflexes and her brain should be more active, think quicker and remember. She whirled around and glared at Heather. "What the hell are you doing here? Can't you take a fucking hint?" Last I heard, I live here," Heather said in a dry voice as she closed the door behind her. She dumped her backpack by the side of her bed. "What did Mom do to you this morning? Is that why you're like this?"Melinda rolled her eyes even as her hips writhed, her voice both quavering and husky. "Wow, take you all day to figure that out? You really are a bubblehead."Heather did not try to. "Date night at your flat sounds good," Simon says with a smile. "Shallwe order takeout then?" I can cook," I reply. "I don't mind doing that." Cool," Simon says, linking his fingers with mine as we headdownstairs, where we while away the afternoon watching TV and (in mycase, at least) doing coursework for uni.Eventually, 4pm rolls around, and I take a deep breath to brace myselfas the front door of the house opens and Simon's mum returns,accompanied by two school uniform-clad children, one of.