”“Thank you.”“You do hormones, surgery and that?”I shake my head. He nods with what might be approval, it’s hard to say. We drink in compa...ionable silence, and the whisky joins the dope, the poppers, the sex, the terror and the excitement to form a whole new cocktail of strange possibility.I think about his arm around my waist.“You always wear that much makeup?” he says.I look at him in surprise.“Is it still on?”He nods.“Then, yes. I like makeup.”He drinks again, a larger swallow this time. I. I showed Andy to the door he said I will skip the football & will be here at one o'clock tomorrow, he shout bye,kissed me, tongue & all, then went.. Saturday morning I dashed around doing all the house work finished it by 11-30, went & ran a bath. As I started dressing I could feel I was getting excited. I chose a thin blouse in primrose, a loose fitting short skirt in green, black stockings suspenders & briefs[no bra]. I dressed then looked at myself in the mirror. Sexy I thought just need. All the loose covers I tied down, took the shovel and pick that was on the truck and walked back to the clearing.The woman was just as I had left her. I think she was too frightened to move, with the roar of the diesel engines and the size of the truck it must look like a monster to her.I couldn't go on calling her the woman, so I went up to her and done the "Me Charlie" routine and I pointed to her and said "You Jane". (I got carried away with the Tarzan movies). I kept repeating it, and I. It’s been two years since Subha Miss had started as our English teacher. She used to teach in school and also in junior college. She is around 24 years at the time of this incident.Our college has the tradition of teachers wearing sarees. In the very first week of her joining, students had started doing their mischief and were trying to look at her lower hip, her saree fold, and her open back blouse.Subha Miss looks like butter, with a fair complexion, and with a 34-30-36 figure. Her.