.. " Mr. Pheromone, there's an inspector here from the FDA. With a court injunction. She's threating to have us all arrested if I don't let her into y...ur office. Immediately." Bloody hell! And I was hoping for at least another week to get my affairs in order. Dammit, Tommie, by this time tomorrow we'll probably be standing in line for a plate of biscuits and beans at the Mission." Aw, Maxie, c'mon now. You've always managed to wiggle out of tight spots before. Remember when that loan shark. At five six and ninety pounds soaking wet, I could charitably called “slender”. “Skinny” was probably more accurate. So when I say my chest had developed into thirty-four DDs, a big portion of the “thirty-four” was boobs.I had very dark brown, almost black hair. I wore it fairly short, well above my shoulders. That was at the insistence of my hairdresser. She said I was too “slender” to wear it long.As far as our household chores, nothing really changed when Mom died. She hadn’t been helpful. Just regular people, indistinguishable from those I had left behind at home except in dress: fat, skinny, young, old, white, black, Asian. With my sunglasses concealing my eyes, I took advantage of the opportunity before me to people-watch. Most of the guests were either children or middle-aged, but there were a few young adults that were about my age.I drank them in. Eighteen years of seeing fewer breasts than elephants in real life crashed into the dirt and exploded into ashes. Small breasts. But I was on another level of confidence till now and I again convinced her. And before she changes her mind I held the ends of her salwar and pulled it downwards. And here I celebrated my small victory as my dream girl my chachi abha’s salwar was off from her body and her black panty was on display. It was hard to maintain my composure but I did it as it could be my one and only chance in my life to make love with my dream girl.Again I did the same procedure, let the hot oil fall on her thighs.