I’m about 5’4′, and weigh not much over 120 pounds. Okay, I’m tiny. This could have been a contributing factor to why I was so unpopular with ...he ladies. When I opened the door, I was now about eye level with Brittany’s neck. She was wearing high heels, with a bottle of wine in her hand. Her dress was a simple white and black blouse that showed off her curves nicely. Her hair was the same as it was back at the store. The biggest difference though, coming from a man’s perspective, was the. Her routine ends with her taking a shower and getting dressed, but today she didn't feel like getting dressed right away. She put on a long white cami with spaghetti straps, which when she pulled it down it just covered her butt, but it was tight revealing her breasts nipples and emphasized the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra yet. She went to the kitchen to eat, but then noticed the clock on the wall. She then realized that she had gotten up too late and was going to be late for work. She. He pulled me into the hallway where the entrance to the restrooms were. He began to paw at my breasts. I told him to stop, I didn't want this.He put his hand between my thighs under my skirt and squeezed my pussy. I yelled, "Stop! Please stop, I don't want this."The music was blaring and I didn't know if anyone had heard me. I was so scared, then I looked up and saw Gary hit Ben over the head with a beer bottle. He didn't knock Ben out and a fight pursued. I think Gary was getting the best of. "Who is this fucking bitch, Mum? What does she know and what does she want?" Dom was not one to pussyfoot around and when he came to the point he was blunt about it but he did so with a sharp tongue.The small screen on his cell showed the following text, " Your mother is going to do an intervention for you, Dom. Go along with it, or else..." And it was signed i-Bad.Avril was prepared already and so, blushing and with genuine tears in her eyes, she calmed her son down with a motherly hug and.