Sarvada smiled and returned to her work. Some days have passed, and we were just normal. One day we had some work in the record room to look at overdu... accounts. We were deep into work, and I noticed her smiling.Me: What so funny?Sarvada: I always remembered how you used to handle my ass in this room. You used to press so hard and occasionally finger it.Me: I really loved your ass. I hope my future gf will have such an ass. I will fuck her all day.Sarvada: So will you fuck her or her asshole in. Obviously Jez thought so otherwise he wouldn’t have gone with her. But no, to me she was as dull as dish water and, well it’s not like she’d been beaten with the ugly stick a few times or nothing like that, but she just wasn’t pretty. Maybe I’m being biased coz like I proper fancied Jez, always had done and that bitch had been intimate with him whereas I hadn’t. There, now you know why I’m being so horrible about her. But anyway, none of that mattered now coz they’d split up. Now she was out of. She had just three words for that -- NO EFFIN' WAY!And yet... imagine not being taunted by strangers every time you go out on the street. Imagine having a boyfriend to share your life with. Imagine being like everyone else and living like a normal person.This guy knew the score. Rubens truly appreciated beautiful female flesh. Looking up at the paintings, Jen wished she had lived in the seventeenth century, so her body would attract admiration, not derision. If only... "Remarkable, isn't. I preened in front of the full-length mirror, wearing nothing except for my hat, a beaded necklace with colored beads arranged in the red, yellow, and green colors of the Vietnam Service Ribbon, and a smile.The handmade necklace was a work of art created by Paul Lavoie, a fellow Vietnam Veteran who’d succumbed to the effects of Agent Orange. I never met the man, but after he died his sister gave me the necklace under the conditions that I wear it in his memory and never take it off. I honored.