His eyes a bright arresting blue. His handsome youthful face was framed in silver blond curls. A breath caught in her throat.“Are you THE Dr. Vanden...erg?” he asked as the young man made his way in, extending his hand out for a firm shake.“That’s me.”His hand sliding into hers felt good, but she was fooling herself. It always started this way. She could feel that little spark of electricity as their skin touched. His hand grasping hers tightly. The flattery never failed to make her flutter. I ran out back and peed on the side of the house, thenwent back in. Grandma was still giggling, asking me ifI found her body repulsive. I quickly told her no.“Good then. I want you to powder my back for me andpaint my toenails if you can stand to look at thisold wrinkled body.”I quickly agreed I would. Grandma got dressed in a longwhite terry cloth robe and started small talk as shesearched through her bedroom drawers for the fingernailpolish.She went on telling me about how long. Very rarely she used to wear formals.Coming to story. This happened a few months back when it was raining heavily. I reached office and at the same time, I saw my manager walking into the elevator. She was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. While walking in she got wet and her shirt turned into a see-through shirt. I could clearly see that she is wearing a white padded bra. As she was a bit comfortable with me. While in the elevator I went close to her ears and whispered that her shirt. Alarmed, I stood up suddenly.“Where’s Stan and Genie gotten to?” I asked.I felt Charlene’s hand grip mine, and she stood up infront of me, between me and the cabin door.“Oh, Michael.” She said quietly, “Don’t be too upset.Stanley has this way with women.”Charlene’s hands were on my hips; her body was nearlytouching mine. Her wealthy but middle-aged lips were onlyan inch from my young but poor ones. Her breath was on myface, her perfume.