She really disliked Marcus, but I think being alone would be too hard tonight. “Just no lectures. That’s all I ask,” I said. She smiled warmly, ...eminding why I’d chosen to talk to her all those years ago. She was gorgeous, and she cared deeply for me in ways that other people did not. She knew me better than I knew myself sometimes, which I guess is the job of a best friend. “I promise. I’m gonna pop in that movie and we’ll talk shit about other girls at school. How’s that sound?” She winked. Where men always looked serious, us girls have a more optimistic outlookon life - and I loved it.Once home we took a shower and changed into something more comfortable, Iwore a ethnic print red play suit in cotton and rayon, over a tan bra andwhat I call my 'Bridget Jones" (my slightly larger panties I wore duringmy 'periods' - named after the one's in the film).Shonali wore deep purple harem pants, loose fitting top, while Kelly haddecided on a pair of loose jeans and sweatshirt, as you see we. I am looking for meaningful conversations and not just sex.As I had mentioned in my earlier story, I don’t believe in fiction. This is again a true story. Here we go!This story is about my ex-colleague, Anandita who used to work with me in the same office. This has happened almost five years back. Anandita. 25 years old beautiful woman had a perfect figure. When I had joined this job, I was in a different branch and she was indifferent branch altogether. I saw her for the first time at the. College? High School? Baseball? But I froze in partial terror, realizing she knew me from some circumstance in the "real world" and now had seen me entirely nude. After she said, "I can't believe I got to see Tom - - - - - - - in the nude," the doctor responded to her with, "Well . . . what there was to see of him." I couldn't believe she said that. The doctor had used a moment of girl to girl unprofessionalism to size me up and put me in a humiliating light in commenting about my size to the.