And there'd be anautocue, with her script on it. And she'd have to look in the cameraand imagine she was talking directly to the kids who were watchi...g her.And I thought she was really good at it.I started to watch other women on TV in the same way, not justactresses, but presenters and singers, and so on. I'd enjoy watchingthem, but I also found it kind of exciting, for some reason, to thinkabout how it was for them, doing their job, in whatever clothes theywere wearing, normal clothes, or. They breezed past a check-in desk and headed toward the elevator. Philip studied the office directory: legal and insurance firms, therapists’ offices, corporate bank floors, temp agencies—a total of twenty-two floors. Anne gently bit Philip’s ear as he pulled her into the elevator. She was wearing his favorite perfume and the scent was sprayed along her neck and breasts. Philip pushed the button for the 22nd floor. He braced Anne against the brass rail and kissed her violently. Their lips. And I started squeezing her boobs.Me: apne bhai ko dudh pilao na.She: pls ab bamd kiniye na.Me: pehle dudh to pilao.Mai gusse me aake bola “Jaldi”She got hold of her left breast and kept it on my mouth. I looked at her and said “Aise dudh pilaogi apne bhai ko? Luch kahogi nahi?”She: ap dudh pijiye mai aisa kuch nahi kahungi.Mujhe gussa aaya aur wo samajh gayi.Phir uane badi dikkat se kaha “Bhaiya mera dudh pijiye na”Me : kyo?She: bhaiya pls mera dudh pijiye na. Mera bahot man ho raha hai aapko. "Okay, okay! I'm coming down." And I did, step step step, with my dressswirling like a dream around my nylon-slick legs until I stood besideTamara at the bottom. We'd gone for elegant and understated with a plainroyal blue dress; three-quarter sleeves, slightly a-line skirt justbrushing my knees and a modest scoop neck. I looked like a girl from ageneration ago, but we'd thought ordinary and feminine was enough, andbesides, I didn't yet have much in the way of curves to fill out afashionably.