ComSent: Wednesday, May 15, 2002 8:05 PMSubject: Got to Read this AmyHey girl, I got this email from a co-worker of mine, you got to read it. It made ...e a different person after I was done reading it. Please do me a favor and give it a good read, and you too will see what I am talking about. This is a must read. Let me know your opinion when you are done. I got to run, so enjoy it. Take care, I will speak to you soon.Love,TammyNote this is a forwarded emailCheck this out, I just came back from. The dress was covered with a smock streaked and dotted with multiple colors of paint. Her darker brown hair streaked with gray was frizzed and stuck straight out. She had a warm smile with an expression that she was always curious."Alice, meet Chuck Davidson. He just bought my house." Nettie said. "Chuck this is Alice Fisher. She is a strange bird, an artist. She sits around all day making pottery or painting or chipping away at a rock. She's always busy doing something. But you have to watch. Jasmin lay on her back next to me, not initiating contact. Rolling and rising onto my elbow, I leaned over, smiled, caressed her bare arm and kissed her gently.I felt stiffness in her arm. Her lips didn’t respond. Why? Breaking the kiss, I studied her eyes for answers. Fear danced a shadow through them.In a flash of insight, I understood and cursed myself. Leaning over her I loomed large, a dominating position. How could I be so stupid so soon? It must have evoked memories, unpleasant. Sometimes it’s hard to resist this. I look at her thighs lustily. I even sometimes wished that her skirt goes up little more. She is bad, very bad. She is working me. Sometimes she wears pencil tight jeans and tops that ends just exactly at her waist. She lifts her hands if I am around her to show me her sexy waist. Her waist was free from fat and I loved it.Two more months have gone with these kinda teasing and flirting with Niharika. My wife has gone to her hometown for the delivery. I didn’t.