HEM: What are you staring at? (in an angry tone) Am I one of your muses for mimicry?Me: Nothing. I have come here on your instructions. (My eyes still...beading on her boobs and drenched shirt).HEM: Don’t try to hide. I know you and your intentions very well (following the direction of my eyes). YOU WRETCHED MAN! STARING AT MY SHIRT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I CAN TERMINATE YOU UNDER SEXUAL OFFENCES, GET IT?Me (returning to my senses): Please do not do so, as my career will be affected (as. Felting my hands start to heat up. I look down - with the barrel of the gun still pressed to my forehead- I look at my hands, I could see the thin line of heat that you would see coming off of hot tarmac, or out of the kettle when it has just finished boiling. Looking at my hands, again I could just make out the faint lines of something yellow. That looked like run over my hand, and up my arm.The guy that had the gun to my face said something, but I was mesmerized but the fact that my hands. It seemed to me, she couldn't get the understanding of an open relationship when she asked me to explain it again. "Becca, unbutton your blouse and skirt for me," was my reply. I sat in amazement as her tiny hand quickly unbuttoned her blouse and she let it slide off her shoulders."The skirt too, Becca!"Her amazing brown eyes seemed to be undressing me as her hand quickly glided down her toned stomach and started to slowly unbutton her skirt. When she couldn't unbutton anymore, she bent over. "Her mouth dropped open.I meant that way you wouldn't get tanning lines," he added smiling."You don't like tanning lines on a woman?" she asked, her heart fluttering."Why should a woman cover up the things that most make her a woman, her most beautiful and alluring feminine assets?" Perhaps she wishes there to be some mystery. By not revealing everything, she can promote an even greater aura of mystery," suggested Jan."True, it does build expectation, but ultimately if she want to be fully.