3 in E Flat. They look up to us and smile. You look down at the girl and comment to me about her creamy white breasts, the cleavage of which is opened...for us to see. You touch your own breasts. We smile back at the musicians and return our attention to the painting. The eyes call to us. My heart races at the site of this work of art as I reach to embrace the work of art standing next to me. We stand together for what seems like hours, staring at her staring at us. You turn to face me with tears. Also to the people asking if the story is real and if my body description is real. Yes, everything mentioned is absolutely real and the description of my body is 100% spot on.Now let me tell you what happened after that bus incident. Those who didn’t read my last story can just read it for better understanding. The whole conversation is actually in Hindi but I put the English translation in the story. On that day we continued with our celebrations in college but that incident stayed in my mind.. Aunt Grace added herself to the nightly kiss routine the next evening.My friend Craig was spending as much time as he could at our house this year as well. His Mom was ill and spent most of the time in her bungalow out of the sun and his Dad was in the same Reservist outfit as my father. Craig's Sister Rachel, who was a year younger than Craig and I, would also tag along to our place. She loved being with Aunt Grace and Connie and Tina treated her as a sister, cousin Eloise, Aunt Dorothy's. Suddenly I got a tap on the shoulder to discover some of the regulars from the hotel who were also related to Lisa and Janice, this put me more at ease. Lisa suddenly grab my hand and took me onto the dance floor, we had a few dances then went and got a drink. Lisa's three brothers came and said "Hello" to me, two had ginger hair but the youngest had brown which was strange to then be told that their Dad was ginger haired but their Mum had brown hair.Lisa and I talked some more then she took me.