“You like what you see now?” I asked. He didn’t need to say a word. I saw the answer in his trousers! Big and bigger, the swelling grew. I slipp...d out of the sweater, so he could see my black and white bra. I turned around and unfastened it at my back. I let it fall down and I could hear him moan. But I didn’t turn around. I didn't look over my shoulder. I just stood there my arms across my breasts and on my shoulders. Left hand on my right, and right hand on my left shoulder. I heard him. Sharma. Sipping tea I asked bluntly to him-“I always feel interested, well never mind…uh how you live with this buxom sexy girl, doesn’t she haunts you?” A sly grin flashed inhis eyes and loweing his voice he whispered-“Ah you had it…I pay her for that…yah I extract as much of her juices…never mind have you witnessed a live show of a naked sexy girl rubbing her…ah and reaching orgasm? Ah I did and I do…uh yah she is so sexy…oh if I would have been had her few years back…to give her a taste of. A neutral return of the greeting is, "How can I help you?"It's like two people waving at each other at a distance. You know, like two people who don't really know each other. Neither wants to offend the other. They don't make contact unless they both approach each other a little closer to first become familiar to the other.The negative response is, "Busy!"It's basically, "I don't know you and don't want to." One Spirit doesn't HAVE to accept another into their scope of awareness. It may be. ..but I'm not sure how to describe it."She was listening and she had a small grin on her face and a look in her eyes that felt to me like she was thinkingsomething like, "It should be entertaining listening to this bozo and I've heard these juvenile pickup linesa hundred times."She said, "Thank you, James, that sort of sounds like a compliment, but if you're not sure in what way and can'tdescribe it, I'll have to assume you're thinking with your lower head and you want what all high school guys.