“You are very beautiful Miss..” husky sound came from her voice.“Why only me you are also very charming girl, I like you.” I told her with win....“No, you have very sexy figure not like me “She replied with holding my hands. It was difficult to put on my top back because the room was not enough to accommodate two persons.“Anu , tell me… is this good for me?” I wanted to know her opinion about the dress I selected. “Yes this is good for you.” Her eyes were on breast. I felt little bit. Mom asked that I givethe phone to Mrs. Thomas.They talked for a few minutes. When Mrs. Thomas hung up, she said"Robbie, hop up on the stool. Your mom says I can make you as beautiful as Iwant"The words sounded a bit scary...after all, girls get "made beautiful," notboys. But Mrs. Thomas' smile was so warm, and she spoke like she really likedme. I got on the stool without a moment's hesitation."OK Robbie, bend forward over the sink."She had just called me Robbie twice. I guess my mother asked. Twice, once in the left shoulder and above my ear and dumped in an irrigation canal. The shooter thought I was d ... dead.” He removed his hat to show her the unique operation scars.“Oh my god, that must have been horrible!”“I don’t remember any of the abduction and shooting. The woman I work with, Claudia Davenport, has said when I’m ready she’ll tell me exactly what happened. Putting the pieces of that day together will help me to heal.”“You’re the man who was shot and f ... found half. You have failed to take your opportunity. I'm not coming back again so this is the last sight you will have of me here". I swallowed dryly. She got down from the desk and smoothed her skirt with her hands and then stroked her thighs. "You like short skirts, don't you, Mr Pearce? I know you like to see my legs." Slowly she inched the skirt higher so I could see more of them. "You've seen these before." she said as she raised the hem to her stocking tops. Indeed I had, several times, when she.