Thus stay connected with me throughout the journey. Let’s get started…I have a best friend, her name is Ashwini, she used to work with me in the o...fice, we both joined the company at the same time and where in the same team in every activity done in the company, thus we became friends, close friends, thick friends and finally BFF. We used to crack a lot of jokes, go for lunch together, outing together, late night chats, pulling each other’s leg, we used to share everything from our crush to who. Even if it was before he'd met and married her mother."You mean to tell me that father... and you?"May smiled. "No, he didn't know it at the time. Back then we working girls didn't actually live at our place of employment. I lived at the same place your father was staying at. Another boarding house not much different than the one I'm running now. We used to go out in the evenings for long walks whenever I wasn't working. And as strange as it may seem, I decided to never tell him what it was I. She'd be talking about calculating radiuses and angles and stuff, but all I could do was look at her in her peach-colored, pyjama-like pantsuits, their bell bottoms swaying behind her as she strode from one end of the chalkboard to the other, and contemplate the glorious reality underneath it all.What was it that I found so entrancing about her? The girls my age were gawky, bony, skinny faces and big lips sticking out, boobs stuck to them like tennis balls glued on a board. Mrs. Lambfinger. You’ll see them look around to see if anyone is watching, and then they’ll smile just for each other. Those two are having a thing.’”My smile was noncommittal, but not without some romance. Carrie wanted to think she had a shot with me, and if I gave her something to wrap her arms around, she would probably forget to question me about Judy. “Your mom sounds like someone that has had a few crushes in her life,”I laughed. “My mom used to say that the look people give you when they don’t know.