Because of Dulcie, she'd learned that there's more than what she could see, hear, feel. That there's a ... dimension ... beyond; just ... beyond. But ...alking to Bert, she realised that even in this world, this existence, she'd missed a lot that was important, that gave meaning to life. She began to wonder what meaning her life had, could have.She walked with Bert to the church for matins, sat with him, though she didn't really follow the service; there was something deeper going on inside her,. Our lips locked again and I hugged her lifting her off the feet so that she cud wraps her legs around my waist and carried her to the hotel balcony. Placed her on the railing of room and started gnawing at her neck… it was such an adrenaline rush to do sum fin as risque from the 21st floor of a hotel building, with the balcony of her boss adjacent to ours and faint light coming out of the boss’ room. The focus was the juicy lips of Priya (both vertical n horizontal) so without much ado I. I didn'tfeel the need to touch them.I found some pink lipstick and carefully traced my lips with it. Theshade looked nice and went well with my eyes and the nail polish that Iintended to put on later.I had found some bronzing balls. I had seen my Mum using these beforeit made her face look tanned and healthy. I remembered that she used abig brush. I swept the brush across the bronzing balls and got areasonable amount of powder on the brush. I shut my eyes and gently putthe brush across my face,. And as usual, I was the mouse. “Completed the work ?” her voice was unusually low, another danger sign. I opened my notebook, its blank pages foretelling my doom. By this time she was at my desk, her heavy breasts just inches from my shoulder as she bent over me, peering with artificial interest into what evidently wasn't a repository of wisdom. At other times I would have been acutely aware of the faint scent emanating from those heavy globes which threatened to meet my shoulder blades, but.