She was very reserved in the beginning and never came out of her fear. I pressured her many times to open up and talk so that she may get some relief....But she was very conservative. I never saw her and also never stopped dreaming about her. Only I expected her as a beautiful traditional lady. I waited for months for her to get used to me. But nothing worked and all of a sudden she blocked me. That was the day I was broken. I expected her to be a good friend but she left away without any. Shes talking to me and the whole time. When I talk back , Im talking to her breast. She Was wearing Nice g-STRING bikini. So Like she starts noticing me staren. And Shes laughs and saids , Hi my face is here. And I laugh and aplogize and say sorry but your hot. And she smerks and said a young handsome strong guy like you must have girls all over you. I dont respond to that insted , I reply yes Girl Not A Woman. Im a huge charmer/flirter. I get told this alot. (It kicks in on its own sometimes. The girl nodded and pushed through the doorway. Now Becka and I shared a laugh until a loud crash echoed from the kitchen. ‘Be right back.’ Becka slid out of the booth quickly. This was my moment. I could break for freedom: free to continue the life I chose to this point, or stay, trusting this woman to offer some new path. A path that would wend its way to some different life than my present course pointed. A pressure on my chest pushed my breath out in a rush. I took in a lung full of air,. Every time the door to the bar opens my butterflies intensify. After about 10 minutes the door opens and in you walk. You look stunning, you are wearing a tight black top, short skirt and those black boots. Im not the only one who has noticed you come in as most of the men in the bar stop what they are doing to look at you.I rise to meet you , i give you a quick hug hello and kiss your cheek, your perfume is gorgeous and intoxicating, you smell as heavenly as you look. I get you a drink from.