I don’t think that most of my friends will be my friends. I may lose my job… I’ve reached the point that I no longer care. Live without my dream... deny myself the one thing I want – or do it and accept the consequences.”What would her boys think of her upcoming activities? “I think that they would probably spit on me. They love me, but I don’t think they would like to know their mother does this.”Tell us, just to be clear, who you are, and what you want to do.“My name is Bismah Yousef, and I. Fantasies about dating the heavy, lower-class man filledhis head. The daydreams prompted Charles to wonder what his motherwould think about the whole thing, especially since she had cajoled himinto marrying a rich woman for whom he had no affection."We can't fail with both our kids," Charles remembered his motheradmonishing him while she berated him into proposing to Lynn.The importance of keeping up appearances for his mother was never loston Charles. He knew that she had to be rolling over. As Nancy stood in the bathroom drying off from her shower, she voiced her oft-mentioned displeasure with the appearance of her breasts."I hate my boobs! They're so small and just sag down without any shape!" she complained. "I know you like me going bra-less, but I don't have nice perky boobs like those other women you dated. Mine just wobble around down there when I walk and I'm embarrassed to go out in public looking like that. I need to get a boob job."“You don’t need a boob job,” he said. Did she want the same as I did? If playing on her side of the net would get me on her side of the bed, I was ready to play with her.I was on page three of a document before it occurred to me that I hadn't been concentrating. Reminiscing about the mistakes I'd made must have triggered my conscience. Did I regret some of my past actions? Had I taken advantage of the less fortunate? Had I left any of my conquests permanently damaged?Thinking back at the way Alice and I had ended our brief.