Given the lack of space to move away I did notprotest and allowed him to continue --- The old man was prettyencouraged and, through the saree was now ...eeling the outline of mypanty and then with a finger , tried to slide it under the panty so that hecould feel the softness of my buttocks better. Inspire of myself I couldfeel a little thrill about the whole thing. Letting a strange man touch mein my intimate areas . He now moved his hand to the lower portion ofmy buttocks and begin to push his. The food came it smelt delishous and when he removed the lids it looked like a master piece so beautiful presented. I felt so under classed. I never have such a fancy looking meal when I was here I just had local stuff never went anywhere to classy and never eaten in the dinner hall.Before I picked up my fork he walked over to my chair and pulled it out and extended his hand out to me I held his hand and i stood up he leaned in to my and kissed my lips "Ive wanted to do that ever since we met. ’ I responded: ‘Thank you. I really enjoy taking pictures of pretty girls.’ He said: ‘Maybe I had better introduce myself. I am George Snyder and I am heading up the contest. Would you be willing to photograph the other girls?’ I answered: ‘I would be happy to.’ I gave him my business card. He said that he would call me. I met Ann for lunch and told her of my conversation with George. She was pleased with the idea of my photographing the other girls. George did call about three that afternoon.. I look good in business suits, and I’m always rocking my dreads. I’m not getting rid of them because they don’t look ‘professional.’ If the Arab chick at work can wear her hijab on the job, I can wear my dreads. Thank you very much. I know I should be doing better things with my life than working at the Ottawa Department of Social Services, listening to immigrants whine about how tough life in Canada can be, all for a measly twenty bucks per hour. Before you cuss me out, listen up. In Canada,.