"I remember my first training bra. Somehow I managed to convince mum to let me have a black one. I was so thrilled I literally ran to find you, but yo... were mucking out the stalls, and just kept on while we talked. I was so disappointed you didn't notice." Didn't notice? It was you who didn't notice the bugle in my jeans. It was the first time I saw you as a girl, and suddenly thought you were the sexiest thing on two feet!"She gave me a quick hug from behind as she fit my small breasts into. I didn’t re-button the coat and as he sat beside me he occasionally put his hand on my breasts and squeezed them. If anyone saw they didn’t comment – how polite – how English!The shops were starting to loose their interest to me now so I suggested that he follow me to see where I could lead him. With a quizzical look he agreed and I pulled the jacket together but didn’t button it and walked out of the café and towards the large central library. Being in charge now was a thrill so when I thought. It’s good to hear your voice. I’m really looking forward to next year when I’ll be seeing you more often.’ ‘Oh … uhhm … so you know about the contract then?’ ‘Of course I do. Who do you think recommended you to the big boss?’ ‘You did? Wow … thanks. I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to get an opportunity to work with your company. Mr. Mulliner was terrific to take a chance on me.’ ‘You mean Byron? He’s a pussycat. All I had to do was tell him about you and he was on the phone, I hear.. .everything..Well, this story or account is all about a late-middle-aged widower Telugu man who had been my immediate boss in office and recently got retired from his top-middle-management Corporate service. I had been very nice to me. Before I start the actual story I would love to narrate the precursor to the events. And how I decided to go on with my interesting story after discussing it with Sultana Sinha.It was New Year’s Eve (31st December 2011) on which occasion a grand office-Party was.