She was right. I was not telling her the truth. She is a little uptight and serious looking in general and does come across as insensitive in her word.... Consequently, we all think she is arrogant as well. I told her that and she started to cry even more.Then, she asked me “tell me tammu, what should I do so that I can be friendly and get married”. I gave her a thoughtful stare for a moment. Then, it occurred to me. She needs to loosen up a little bit. There is only one way to do that for her I. "Some more than others but all women show the effects of gravity, even those with implants do eventually." I said."So why don't you sag?" he asked."I do sag Charlie. I wear strong bras to hide it. Sometimes push up bras help as well, but I don't sag as badly as some women. That's because my breasts are small." I explained."How small?" he asked."36B, it's not terribly small but far from the size desired most by men in surveys." I said,"Are you wearing a bra now?" he asked"Of course I am honey,". I could tell shewas thinking of something to say as she went about the business ofreplacing her cigarette. I took advantage of the pause in conversationto do the same."Do you think it would help if you got a second opinion?" my motherasked."From who? Another psychiatrist?" No, I was wondering if it might help to talk to Margie and Susan?" Mrs. Estes and Mrs. Jackson?" I know they're not psychiatrists but they are women," my mother said."I just think it might help to have another woman's point. To arouse my readers, I would like to describe the physical proportions of Kamini aunty. She had wheatish skin and she was a buxom lady with big swaying hips, well rounded breasts. Her navel is so beautiful seen through the outlines of the sari. Her eyes were ravenously sexy. She had beautiful black hair reaching almost to her bums. She was not a bollywood beauty but she definitely was voluptuous, sensual and very very sexy. When she laughed, she had a very erotic tone, a sensual one. I became.