She was a fairly new hire, performing an entry level job.Her name was Yvette. 5' 1" w/ medium-brown Jamaican good looks, full 34-C cup tits, and being...a booty lover she revved my engines every time she went by my work-area. None of that "junk in the trunk" nonsense, her butt was noticeably curvy. Boy, did I notice.I worked up the nerve to speak to her, and before long became platonic friends. Naturally I wanted more than friendly chit-chat, but being single and not too sexually experienced at. It's one of the reasons why she's insecure about her body and doesn't date much. She's made a lot of strides in that area though and has drawn a clear line that she will never tolerate abuse again. I respect that so much and I feel horrible that I made her feel back in that place again. I try harder to speak softly. "Lori, Come on. That's not fair. You know me. Don't put me in that category. I'm nothing like Tim. You know me better than that. Please. I'm truly sorry. I guess I was just. How do you know that?’ Laughing she answered. ‘Your link address, somewhere in Europe, your phrasing, I guessed France, and your age – your body.’ ‘You can tell so much from the image?’ he asked. ‘Sure,’ she replied, ‘I’ve photographed nude bodies, they date themselves.’ ‘Interesting,’ he said, ‘ I did not realise I would reveal so much.’ Paula289 went on, ‘For example, the long bones in your thighs and forearms. You grew so quickly to over six feet that your body couldn’t keep up. You haven’t. The porridge tasted better than any wine she had ever had, though.Goldie giggled as she finally made the connection with the porridge and her subsequent wrecking of the bears' cottage as a young girl."I was drunk!" she exclaimed out loud.The idea struck her as hilarious. Of course, she was a big girl now. She could certainly handle her porridge. And damn it was good!"It's juuuusss right!" she mumbled to herself, then stuffed her mouth with another spoonful of the potent mush."I really oughta.