Myshoulders are medium, neither broad nor slight. I have very littleAdam's Apple at all, which is good. My nose is good too, with a slight,feminine ...pturn and my cheekbones are high and can be accented withoutissue. My lips aren't bad, supple, albeit a little too slim on top but Ioverdraw them and do fine there. My arms are not too big, no muscles togive me away. My hands are of good size (a little too big) but myfingers are long and thin (size 8 ring finger) which helps quite a bit.My. This story has been written into five chapters to facilitate easy uploading. This is the first chapter. Please read the remaining chapters also. If you are unable to find the other chapters, please contact the author. I am Raj, a professional engineer. I was working in a multinational company in Jaipur. This incident took place some years ago. I have a good physic and am reasonably good looking. My friend and colleague Anil, was a smart 33 years young chap and a very close friend of mine. Anil. Neither had talked about family much. There had been much more pressing matters. "Good to meet you." They didn't say you came here." They wouldn't know." He assumed Misa was talking about her family. He had not seen any since the Funeral. No reason he would, despite tear filled words spoken in mourning. His hand released hers, both his hands retreating to his coat pockets. He felt his keys. "I really should be going. I'm not a fan of these places." Me either." Her eyes slid towards the grave.. . an architect?'*THUD THUD THUD*“Cmon slut! If I have to come in there, you're going to be sorry!”“Yes Mistress! I'll be right out!”John snapped out of his musings and finished his work. He'd been spot cleaning the pink latex bodysuit that had become his second skin. While Mistress was away at Blossom meetings and corporate events, he spent most of the day cleaning her home and performing whatever other tasks she demanded of him.Inevitably, his bodysuit got dirty from doing chores; not to.