“Better?” he asked hopefully.“Sufficient,” Octavia said. “But, to be honest, the leers we receive daily have already told us how impressed t...e men are with what is beneath our clothing.”“You’re not going to win a battle of words with that one,” Liala said with a shake of her head. “But, I believe I speak for the group when I accept your kind invitation.”Joseph was still shaking his head in wonder at the group of young women he’d just left when he ran into another in the corridor near his. We said our goodbyes and I didn’t try to be familiar with her because she was being standoffish.I was standing at his door when he came whistling down the hall in his ever present good mood. “Good morning, Barney. Is it time for a chat? Let me put some coffee on and we’ll have a powwow.”He handed me the coffee pot and told me to run down to the men’s room and fill it while he got the coffee grounds in the basket. I was there and back with the full pot as he was sliding the basket into the Mr.. My body hardened again as I raced to the door. I took a few deep breathes before I opened it. My heart leaped into my throat when I saw her. Her hair was its natural curliness, and was wild around her face. She didn’t have on a lick of make up, yet she was perfect without it. She had on a black tank top that said ‘West Coast’ in bold white letters across her chest. Her braless chest. Neither of us said a word as I stood aside and let her in. As I closed the door she continued towards the living. "You're disoriented." Andrew pulled my hand and as I stepped out ofthe pond, he put his other hand on my back. "Go inside, get dry, andlie down. I'm going to serve what's cooked, and get everyone out ofhere," he said low enough so only I could hear.I would have argued, but as I moved, I noticed something new botheringme. By the weight on my chest, I could tell that I wasn't wearing abra. No! That wasn't the problem. I wasn't supposed to be wearing abra! The problem was the breasts! As.